I sit here in the corner,

calling for your attenion

you say "i'll be right there"

but never come.

You'll give up hope

almost as fast as I do.

You've lost all patceince

for me and whats hidden beneath this hairdo.

You'd rather help the good students,

you'd rather talk to the happy ones.

But I'm in your class too,

and I'm not having any fun.

I'm more than just a student,

I'm more than just another person in your class.

I'm a mind full of thoughts, ideas, and diffrences

I'm a complicated case.