As I walk down the school halls,
I wonder if he notices me at all.
If he think's I'm pretty in any way.
Hoping he'll come one day.
To me and flirt like he does with all the others.
I bet that won't ever happen.
I'm just another girl.
And tonight of all night,
While the moon shines bright.
I'll be sitting alone while others go our and have fun with him.
While I wonder what his doing and what he's thinking.
I hear my door bell ring.
And to my surprise, his standing at my door.
I invite him in and we sit and talk for hours.
But that's when my story ends.
All because I woke up from that dream.
I'm just another girl in his eyes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have subtly weaved in a lot of effects that society has caused to do with gender capabilities, expectations and requierements. In many ways society's sophistry causes much pointless daily hardships such as this. Very clever this one.