Missunderstood
She sits in the back, All alone.
Nobody looks, Nobody knows,
How alone one girl can seem.
Not even picked on, Not even seen.
Her clouthes are black, Along with her hair.
She wears no make-up, Plain and dull.
Nobody sees whats underneath.
Nobody notices the fun girl within.
Her eyes are green, Bright and intelligent.
She sits quietly and listens in.
Nobodys talking about her,
Noone even cares.
She sits alone and almost crys.
At lunch she sits on her own, unkown and uncared for.
she doesn't eat and almost sobs,
When she sees boys and girls,
Laughing and playing, Messing around.
Having fun, Unlike her.
One day she sits, on her own.
A New boy enters and suddenly -
She's not alone!
She is not a loner no more!
No longer sits on her own!
No more crying and sobbing!
No more dissapearing!
She has a friend now.
She has someone to notice her.
She has someone to -
Care for her.
