How it seems

Why do I ack so different around you,
Talking to a girl is nothing new,
Why do I not know what to do,
Is it because I don't want to go wit you.

It seems like you ignore me,
Like you don't even want to see what we could be,
I wish you would stop and see,
So you can start liking me.

Why am I even writing these,
You probably would rather eat cheese,
Or even hump some trees,
Then read these.

You probably think this is gay,
But I couldn't go another day,
Without saying what I had to say,
So I don't really care if you this it's gay!