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.

Sometimes I look at the world,
And think,
Wow.

What have we done
To this beautiful sphere
Of life and vibrancy?

We have reduced to a burning wreck
Where war rages
And crimes are commited
And nature is destroyed.

You say, that's harsh.
Do you know what's harsh?
A football field of trees gone
Every second.
Every minute.
Every DAY.

People crying when they know
Someone they love
Will never come home.

People who steal and snatch,
Most of them have to because, otherwise
They'll starve.

That's harsh.

This year,
Whenever I shed a tear,
She was there.

This year,
Whenever I had a problem,
She would fix it.

They would ALL help me fix it,
But her especially.

I know I've been ignoring her a little,
And I'm sorry.

She is:
The Math-Problem Helper
The Best Hugger
The Super-Friend
Always There.

I'm sorry about all our fights.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And to be honest,
If you disappeared,
I'd probably fall apart!

So, thank you, best friend.
I hope you know who you are,
You are...
Miss Poem Extrodinaire.