Another name
Another number
No face
No body
Just an armful of books
Back of the classroom
I sit
Should I raise my hand?
Or let someone else answer?
Smart is ugly
Dumb is beautiful
Zero points for me
No heads turn my way
When I walk by
I blend into the background
Sometimes a voice will say
"Smile!"
Fake smile
Fake me
nothing real
Whats "real" anymore?
Fake everything is what they want, from eyes to toes
I would rather be real enough to
touch
Then be fake enough to burn
like paper
Invisable I may be
But not for long
Just watch me appear
out of thin air
Just wait you'll see that real is possible
Fake is the impossible