Magenta and Purple
Like everyone else
Bangs not curled like everyone else
Straight
They’re prettier like that
Smiles and laughs
But not because of me
And whispers from a quiet conversation
That no one knows I heard
But thats not the whole description
Theres a whole nother world
That she will never understand
But she dosen’t understand
She passes me in the hall
Goes to the other side
On purpose
But she dosen’t understand
At all
The Middle Seat 