More poems by Dancing Queen

Disappear

Maybe I’ll feel happier and accomplished if he just noticed me.
But wait, he does notice me but not in a good way.
He sees me when I am acting like a complete idiot, running into things, laughing loud, or just seeming completely insane.
But I promise I’m not that insane.

Maybe if I act serious and don’t joke around, he will approach me.
Nah, I’m not the typical girl.
I have had three different hair colors in one year.
I wear band t shirts and skinny jeans.

If I start wearing Hollister and Abercrombie will he notice?
Will he start talking to me?
If I dye my hair back to brunette, wear Abercrombie jeans, Hollister shirt and Aeropostle flip flops he will want to talk to me.

I know he likes some bands I like.
So why wont he approach me when I am wearing a band t shirt I know he likes?
Probably because I am weird, a freak, an outcast.

What am I telling myself?
Who knows if he even wants to notice me?
Who knows if he thinks I’m pretty?

Why try?
He is two grades ahead of me.
He has tons of friends,
I have a few.
He is gorgeous,
I’m not.

He is completely sane,
I’m not.

I’m tired of this.
I’m tired of him.
I’m tired of thinking that maybe, just maybe he will talk to me.

I just want him to disappear.
Poem by Dancing Queen