I walked past her in the hall today,
And noticed her long blond hair.
I almost thought she gave a wave,
Until I realized it was just a crave.

I walked into the gym locker room and saw her glance at me.
I tried to look like I had a purpose,
But I knew she knew I was just lying.
I noticed her talking to her friends,
Then looked back and saw I had none.
I left the locker room in distress,
While she changed and had fun.

This girl had perfect hair,
Perfect eyes,
Perfect teeth.
My hair was dull,
My eyes were covered by glass,
And my teeth were guarded by metal.
This perfect girl was not a friend,
Just someone I knew from class.

I came home today and stared right at her.
“Why can’t you be me?”
She smiled and I heard her laughter,
“Because,” she whispered, “I never was, I am not, and I will never be."