The bait of breath- to and fro,
My mind is witless as I go
Certain my words are last to fall,
Does the last word matter at all?

Actions are words in disguise,
Should I look into your eyes?
Arms uncrossed to rest regression
Have I schooled my expression?

Do you find me strange and senseless?
why do I feel so defenseless?
Best to leave it straight and civil,
Lest I'm somewhere but the middle

Amidst discomfort! Amidst uncouth!
How I tire of my youth.
Ever gauche, tact and class-less
I've never been a gifted actress

Can someone teach me how to see
What everyone else wants me to be?