Why do I write
Socially awkward, my room door closed,
You speak so open, my lips are closed.
I stand in the corner, stifling a moan,
Pleading for a voice of my own.
My best smile out, you walk on by,
Am I invisible or am I just shy?
Alone in the shadows, my ever active mind,
I talk to myself, everyday. All the time.
My clothes doesn't fit, my hair is a mess,
My social background is put to the test.
Around me erupts with laughter and noise,
I play with my books, they are my only toys.
I've been here forever, since day one,
My name is a mystery, your guesses are wrong.
I'm standing behind you, I'm next in line,
You looked straight through me, to the other girl.