I see you
standing there
expecting me
to do something
to impress you

like danceing
on the edge
of the balcony
or in some way
try to seem like I want you

but I could
care less
of what you think of me

of a preety girl
hiding in plane sight
that you would rather
somehow save
and take to bed

but I'm not her
I would rather
fall off the balcony
than be with you