You sit there,
talking in those voices again.
Talking in a language that few can understand.
But I can.
You sit there behind your black rimmed glasses. Discussing politics with whomever half intelligent wit is around you- because that’s the best this school can offer you.
Sit back and write in your slanted hand writing, I'll take the blame for that stupid note, or your stupid words any way. Your mouth saying words that I know-- it’s like an open grave.
I don't mean that, but you don't know that. You don’t know anything except that I’m ugly.
I'm just some girl you sit by in most classes because our last names start with a W. who surprisingly shares some common interests with you.
Sit there and talk to me about stuff that wouldn't make sense to others who don't care about wars and oil. Then walk out of class and forget all about it till two days later and we are back where we left off.
I'm an invisible girl to you. Always ready to talk in the next class but never more.
So sit there my clever boy, with the half moon smile and your mocha eyes. Sit there and look in my eyes only when you tell a joke you heard on T.V. about vegetarians, about me.
I will always be invisible till you want to play tic-tac-toe in class.
Invisible to you behind the glass.
another lame one but you will say its good or die muhuhahaah!
