The girl with her head down on the desk
Everyone else playing games with friends
She hides her face with a curtain of hair
Bright dyed red but ever so dark
Her feelings, she never learned to share
She has some friends, yes,
But few really know her
She’s broken, but there’s another girl buried
She’s always been there, and the sad girl never realized that she was hidden
But soon, that beautiful, happy, talkative girl emerged.
Her short, dyed blonde hair showing off her spotty, but smiling face
Her eyes a sparkling blue
She makes friends with the people in her class,
And more people really know her for her
That sad girl still comes out now and again,
But she retreats when the happy girl tells her too
Because the happy girl has taken over
Hopefully, for good.