• As I sit there thinking I came up with one thing.
    He doesn't know I exsist.
    I look at him, he looks back.
    I wave.
    He sits there.
    Why doesn't he like me, why doesn't he notice me.
    Is it I'm ugly.
    Is it I stink.
    I don't know.
    I sit there crying in the middle of class.
    She askes me whats wrong.
    I don't answer her, I just run out.
    I sit by my locker, in a corner, crying.
    I wonder what is wrong with me.
    I just wish he would notice me...
    Lying crying last night, wondering how to get his attention.
    I cut my hair.
    I cut my nails.
    I dye my hair.
    Now he notices me not because I want him to...