From a distance

Boys and girls don’t be coy with me now,
Don’t play the shy game,
Don’t swivel hips and ask me how,
For this was your aim,
You made me into something that I,
Never wanted to be,
Now you make me shake and cry,
Would you just look at me,
You don’t see me do it,
But I do,
Can’t help go through it,
All too true,
Your little smiles and squinting eyes,
Judgemental words and morale highs,
Sit down with your blinkered hyperopia,
Back off into your dirty little shade,
Please let me be your comrade,
Your ignorance is my utopia