H.S. Confidential Poem by O.S. Brooks

I fell in love that winter
with the tall girl in the corner of the classroom
We traded the occassional look
but other than that, I never existed
In her world, where material possessions held more importance
I couldn't compete...
Couldn't keep up with the latest fades
I couldn't speak...
the ever changing language of the streets
Where young men drove fast cars to school
or threw parties to show off their parent's success
I was a mess...
Joined drama club just to get close to her
She never spoke to me