I see her everyday in the halls. I know she's broken inside. She doesn't want anyone to know, but I know. I know the fake smiles and the forced laughs. She's forgotten about me and our friendship. I always see her with her boyfriend and I wish it was me with her and not him. I know I will never have a chance. I swear she looks at me sometimes. I wish she would talk to me, but I know she never will. We don't even have any classes together. I've known her since 1st grade. We were best friends until 8th grade when we "grew up". She left me and my best mates. She's popular now and we are the ultimate rejects, but there's one thing I know about her that no one else does. I know she has a soul that is like a wilted flower and she needs someone to water it. I hope that will be me someday.
