Looking around the room I notice many things
The way people move their body without realising it
How the clock's ticks are slightly off time
How the ones that are shown as smart work the hardest because things do not come to them as easy as it does to the others.
The ones who just don't want to be there and the ones who use school as their escape
The writing on the desks that is not neat but nor is it messy
The stains on the walls from feet, heads and hands.
How one fan spins slightly slower then the others
And then there's me,
The girl up the back corner with earphones in, writing non stop to escape the world and hide.
I'm the one no one notices, even though I notice you
Even without looking for it, I notice all that people just skim over or try to hide.
I notice everything but all I want is to be noticed