No One
That's who sits next to me.
She sits in your seat.
No One
Never speaks like every other girl,
Making me feel like an alien in my own world.
No One
Doesn't try to make me smile.
So I haven't done so in a while.
No One
Replaces your loud voice with painful quiet,
So silent I'm afraid to speak and defy it.
No One
Never smiles, never laughs, never argues.
She has me missing your quick fuse.
No One
Doesn't do anything much, so I get everything done,
But I often wish I could have some fun.
No One
Leaves me feeling alone and down instead of up,
She doesn't exist, you see, I made her up.
No One
Was my attempt to have you back.
But all that was you, she lacks.
YOU ARE READING
Pandemonium
Poetrypandemonium noun ' pæn.dəˈməʊ.ni.əm/ US /ˌpæn.dəˈmoʊ.ni.əm/ 1. wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos. 2. a place or scene of riotous uproar or utter chaos.
