You just see her as a person,

So simple and plain,

But no one can see her pain.

 

She has a house she can't call a home,

A school that drains her down,

A race that's made fun of in town,

But you will never see her frown.

 

She has morals she's abandoned,

People she cannot face,

She's considered a disgrace,

You can easily compare her to a broken vase:

 

Her smile is shattered,

Her thoughts are tattered,

And her heart is splattered.

 

She is different from the rest,

With a constant sharp pain in her chest,

A small voice that can't be heard,

And all she's known as is, "The Nerd."

 

A poem has been written,

Between her developing thoughts,

She wrote down all the permanent plots..

She stopped caring who she wanted to be,

And left the page unfinished, entitled: Me