I'm sure
That when I laugh too loudly at his jokes,
He'll guess.

I'm sure
That when I drop my book, he'll know,
I've done it on purpose.

But he hasn't guessed.
Which I guess is good,
But... I kinda wish he would!

Because...
At the dance, maybe by chance
He'll see me in my dress
And think, I'll
Ask her to dance, yes?

And a slow song with come on
(Preferably by Taylor Swift)
And if he asks me to dance...eeek!
I'm sure my heart will lift
Me up off the floor
Rising more and more
Like angel wings
And then I think of other things
Like, "Say yes!"

"Ahem, uh...yeah, sure!"

But he hasn't just yet.
And all he has to do is guess.

Homework.
Homework, Homework.

I agree that it should be done, 
but I think it should be more fun,
than some worksheets that take a day,
or a project which makes time flap away.

I don't know how to get this homework finished,
If I didn't have any I'd be astonished,
but sometimes I just need a break,
And do I have one? 
That's like a piece of cake.

I have to do all the homeworks due on monday,
even though it's only thursday,
because if I don't I won't ever have time,
and it's my case: I don't.

Shy?
Maybe.
Quiet?
No.

I am fed up of people saying,
that I am quiet and more.
They don't know my real world,
it is not all in a classroom.

I wish they'd shut up and they'd listen,
and they'd somehow understand,
that if you somehow behave in class,
you will get liked.

But maybe they're right,
maybe it is the opposite,
and the only reason why is,
because the only people they like are talkative!

The problem is,
they only know me in class,
and they never see, 
how talkative somebody as behaved as you or me,
can be.

I am not quiet!

Imagine a world... the world as it should be. To read the poem, click read more.

Do you think
I don't notice
When you laugh at me?

Do you think
I feel fine
When I feel awful?

Do you think
I can take
Anymore of this?

The anwser is no.
So listen up.
Listen to me.
Think about it.