Waiting

Blind To who I am, and why guys are so attracted to me

Tell me I’m cute.
Feed me the lies.
Tell me I’m beautiful,
I’ll stay shy.
Don’t understand,
the hype of my face,
or why they fall,
with a wink of an eye.

Can’t see what they see.
Won’t say that I don’t.
Playing the game,
till the game plays me.
Concern for no guy,
afraid to be hurt.
Waiting for my prince,
that I know wont show.