Study Hall

This is a poem (yes a poem. but it's the only one i've ever wrote, so don't expect any more for a while) that i started in 10th grade, as hinted by the first line. it seems incomplete because it is. I couldn't find a way to end it, so expect it to be posted again. a side note: it's read more like a rap done a cappella than a poem.

Study Hall 10th grade
I'm keeping these feelings at bay
For a girl that I may ask out, but
What to say…
You see, I've never been good with words
I say to the opposite sex. They're always slurred
Which causes her to run away taking my heart.
It's so absurd...
But this girl that's caused me to fall,
That acknowledges me in the halls
And likes to take walks down a dirt road
Barely used at all...
She has this kind of way about her
That if you're talking will cause you to stutter
But if you turn away she'll disappear
In a blur...
If i would just man up and take a stand
And say to her the things I can't
Perhaps I could land her and she'd accept me
The way I am...
But I'm still just criticizing
Myself for not being able to extemporize
By still being who i truly am and
Not using lies...