She doesn't know why she keeps trying to 'catch his eye'
Everyday Its something new.
And yet deep down she knows he'll never look.
And if he does he'll never see the real her..
And it makes her so sad to know that he’ll never look,
Or even see her, and if he does look for some unknown reason,
he’ll never really see the real person,
and he’ll surely never feel the same way I feel…..
...This is true stuff right here. Pure, unrefined teenage angst. Number one lesson in life: If you're not angsty, you should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All woman do their dance of life in front of men.