Because I'm Not Her
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass.
It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class.
She is funny, hilarious in fact.
I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act.
Her hair flows, skinny jeans show her curves, makeup stuns the boys.
I have a ponytail, Philadelphia Eagles sweater, with the acne that annoys.
"Why oh why don't you participate in class?"
I know what to say, I just have nothing to ask.
She will be going to a University, one of the best.
I will be searching, struggling like the rest.
Not because she is smart, smarter than me.
Its because he, my teacher, chose Her over me.
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