Crying at a Dance

You ignored me.
I tried to muster up the guts,
the guts to ask you to be my partner,
my partner for a slow song.
But I could not.
I sat alongside the dance floor
hiding my face from the happy crowd,
because I could only cry.
I have always been shallow,
looking for only beauty,
but you, you are different.
When I think of you,
it's not your face I see...
It's your support, your friendship,
your very soul.
Yes, you're beautiful outside,
but, more than that,
you're beautiful inside.
I've stayed clean,
just for you.
You say I'm a "great friend",
but that's the problem.
What is it you want?
I've tried everything,
but you want her, not me...
What do you want me to do?
Why can't you just want me
the way that I want you?