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Call me crazy,
But I cant deny,
I love to look at you,
You with a perpetually mischievous streak.

My shy smile conquers my face,
Like a necklace of pearls,
Gleaming and white,
Stretched tight by unseen hands.

But you don't see me,
I am as invisible as the ghosts that haunt you.
A phantom in the classroom.
A face among the masses.

You look at a more beautiful sight,
A stunning girl in the latest fashion.
Or are simply staring into the oblivion,
A dreamworld you can see, yet I cannot?

Are you looking at the teacher,
At what she scrawls endlessly on the sea green in front of us?
Or are you imagining you were someone else, somewhere else?
Or are you simply uninterested and doodling mindlessly in your notebook?

This I wonder,
Enthralled as I am by your easy grace,
And I pine for you,
You with your enchanting smile.

A hopeless cause,
For I am a nobody,
I have my friends
On the lower levels of school hierarchy.

What is it about me?
It the problem that I hate the tedious hours at the stores,
While most girls spend their allowance at the mall?
Is it that I don't wear make-up?
I feel it is a mark of insecurity.

But since I think freely,
I act upon instinct,
I become an outsider.
In a limbo state
Of being neither hated and pushed aside,
Nor loved and accepted.

This is me.

Description
Call me crazy,
But I cant deny,
I love to look at you,
You with a perpetually mischievous streak.

My shy smile conquers my face,
Like a necklace of pearls,
Gleaming and white,
Stretched tight by unseen hands.

But you don't see me,
I am as invisible as the ghosts that haunt you.
A phantom in the classroom.
A face among the masses.

You look at a more beautiful sight,
A stunning girl in the latest fashion.
Or are simply staring into the oblivion,
A dreamworld you can see, yet I cannot?

Are you looking at the teacher,
At what she scrawls endlessly on the sea green in front of us?
Or are you imagining you were someone else, somewhere else?
Or are you simply uninterested and doodling mindlessly in your notebook?

This I wonder,
Enthralled as I am by your easy grace,
And I pine for you,
You with your enchanting smile.

A hopeless cause,
For I am a nobody,
I have my friends
On the lower levels of school hierarchy.

What is it about me?
It the problem that I hate the tedious hours at the stores,
While most girls spend their allowance at the mall?
Is it that I don't wear make-up?
I feel it is a mark of insecurity.

But since I think freely,
I act upon instinct,
I become an outsider.
In a limbo state
Of being neither hated and pushed aside,
Nor loved and accepted.

This is me.