All smiles and laughs and witty gags
Taken people holding heavy bags
Things once lost and there she nags
Annoyance and hindrance, is all she has
Differ as she may, she is quite open
Answers for tests, we've got each other hoping
Asking for words that were barely spoken
And random whispers for names we're calling
When she's mad, she says some word
That would hurt, and seem absurd
But that's all for the uncontrollable vanity
As in the end, she'd apologize and say sorry
She's good though, despite jumping to conclusions
She's not too fond of her own seclusions
With her dull expression, she holds no hate
And I know that, as she is, my seatmate.
