I act like a kid, so call me a kid.
Rebuke me for each sin that I have hid.

I deserve nothing more than your disgust.
Yet somehow I seem to have earned your trust.

You don't have to make yourself smile for me.
I can be quite good at leaving folks be.

I can ignore when my heart picksup pace.
The trick is to look away from your face.

Your laughter I flee. I run from your glance.
If your hair is wet, I haven't a chance.