You can try and keep things balanced, like a scale, upon an even keel
But such weight leaves me as bitter as orange peel
I guess I'm glad,
No one we know
Has even read a book, about body language
Just hide me in the back of the fridge, forgotten until months past expiration,
When I take my exploration , away from your wood, and away from this neighborhood
I still longingly look upon your face
Your the only one here that knows of my disgrace