if you think,
for a second,
the looks of disgust on your overly powdered face,
was not witnessed by anybody,
you have mistaken.
in a span of 8 months,
i wouldn't say,
it's been much time taken.
you are not aware of my existence,
but only from my name being spoken during roll call,
or when our english teacher needs somebody to read out the monday morning's topic.
day by day,
i see the changes people make,
from the way blondie styles his hair,
to the way she does her braids.
i hear the laughs,
the words that are spoken,
but i never participate,
fearing my facade would be broken.
to the girl who sits near the whiteboard,
stop all your yapping,
no one needed to know,
the boy you've been fucking.
to the plum seated in the row next to me,
i think you should speak up more.
i know you're super shy,
but i think you're really nice bro.
to the tall boy that sits infront of me,
will you stop moving for once?
you're making it hard for me to sketch you,
the only time you sit still is when you eat your lunch.
in a span of 8 months,
it's safe to say i know the perks,
of everyone that sits infront of me,
and the short boy who never hands in his work.
but i am but a wallflower,
safely sat next,
to a plain white wall sandwiched between
her two close friends.
yours truly,
the girl who sits in the back of class.
23:45
