You don't know who I am
Other than "that annoying girl".
I sit in the third seat on the bus
in my own little world.
I sit there with a book in my hand
and all I'm doing is reading about a fantasy land.
Maybe I'll work up some courage to speak a word
with that nice boy who sits behind me.
But I don't count on having the conversation for more than
three minutes because it's probably out of pity.
I sit there with my head against the window,
staring at passer-by cars that is in my view but they don't even know.
The girl all the way in the back doesn't even go to my school,
And her whole school is rich and fancy so she thinks she's so cool.
When she climbs up the stairs and walks down the aisle,
she looks at me, rolls her eyes, and doesn't even crack a smile.
I'm sorry if I annoy you with my presence,
but trust me, being isn't around YOU is isn't exactly the definition of pleasance.
I sit up front with my long brown hair
wishing I was at home and just not there.
You don't know my name and refer to me as "That Annoying Girl"
As far as you know, my name could be "Earl".
The moral to my story is you don't even know the half of me,
and I may not be your cup of tea,
but don't judge me unless you actually know the walk I've been on and what I've been through,
Because I am the way I am because I am not you.
