Needle In The Hay Stack Poem by Alicia Roseberry

You'd think i'd look abnormal right?
no, trying to pick me in a crouded room,
is like trying to find a needle in the hay stack,
im a plain little girl,
im not a shiny pearl,
my head starts to spin,
i dont know where to begin,
my eyes arnt starry,
my cheeks arn't flushed,
my heart gets crushed,
im in dire need to get out,
im not gonna pout,
i will work my way out,
when there is no one about,
but why do i have to be the needle in the hay stack?