That Girl

There was always that girl
The one that no one understood

She didn't have many friends
And boys, there were none of them

She was the girl
That i would always talk about with my friends
But never to her

Everyone thought that she was weird
She always kept to herself

She was always scribbling something in a notebook
Things that no one else would understand

After a while she stopped showing up at school
It took everyone a while to realize

No one knew what happened to her
Not that anyone really cared

Some say that she moved away
Others say suicide

But no one knows the truth
No one was close with her

I find now
While writing this poem

That in a way
I have become that girl

I sit, as I do now
Alone in the library

The place where i've spent
Many hours alone

My friends all talk about me now
About how weird they think i am

I've finally figured out
What happened to that girl

It's obvious that she took her life
The feeling of being alone is unbearable

Hiding away from everyone
What i have become

But no one cares anymore
About what happens to me

When i don't show up at school tomorrow
No one would even notice

Another lonely girl
Will take my place

And it will begin again.

*Not very good