I'm the one thats the average girl,
a plain old jane doe.
You have a problem I help.
You cry I comfort.
You need my I'm their.
I'm nice to everyone.
My lunch table is not one, but many.
I'm the girl that everybody knows.
Or so they think...
Did you ever think that while I help you who is their for me.
You know my name but do you know me?
What eye color do I have, what hair color is my hair?
I blend into the backround, but yet when you need me I'm the first person you see. Remember me now?
I'm that girl that every school has.
I say hello to you at lunch, but where do I sit in the end.
I'm your saving grace, but who is mine?
My names Kayla and I'm that name that everyone remembers, but nobodys knows.
I am the wallflower.
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