Words of an Unhappy Soul
I sit in the back of the class.
The girl wanting to be unseen
but somehow is always noticed
by the girl one who is nothing more than me.
She taunts me with words of an unhappy soul.
Why does she always pick on me?
What have I done to her?
Is it because my brain functions properly?
Or is it because my grammar is gramatically correct?
I want to know!
She uses these wirds that a sinner wouldn't dare to say.
The only attention she gets is of those ignorant fools.
But you know what?
I want let her get to me.
I'm better that what she says I am.
I'm more than those words of an unhappy soul.