I felt eyes burning the back of my head 

I slowly turned around to see what the fuss was about 

he sat there in the class, twirling his pencil staring at me

but how can this be 

I am ugly 

I am plain 

people take pleasure in my pain

so why me I thought

how can this be

why is that hot guy staring at me

I swing my head back around to see what he really means

there she was starring at him 

being perfect in her own little ways

he wasn't staring at me, he didn't never cared for me

he stared at her

I pulled my head towards the ground

 

the bell rung 

the class was dismissed

I sat in my chair for a little while

how unfair 

I swallowed up my cries of pain 

I stood up and walked out the door and was only pushed to the floor

"Watch it loser," she spat at me 

this is how it was supposed to be

 

I picked up my books and walked to class

my heart shattered into glass 

well that was fast i sighed to myself

I sat down in my chair and rested my head on my hand

I wanted a man

 

I felt eyes burning the back of my head

but this time i didn't look because i knew it was just a joke

the bell rung and dismissed the class

I stood up and walked to the door and again was pushed to the floor

"Watch it weirdo," he spat at me 

this is how it was supposed to be

 

I picked up my books and walked to class 

I twirled the pencil in my hand 

everyone wears the same brand

everyone enjoys the same kind of bands

 

but he was different he was kind

he was the right kind of guy

but he starred at her at not at me