She looks at her reflection in the mirror
Disgust fills up her heart
Her closet, made up of designer clothing
But nothing suits her eyes
She walks by the roadside
In her favourite purple coat
Her left hand tucked into one of the pockets
While the other hugging a poetry book
Her brown hair let down to her shoulders
With a bobby pin securing her fringe

People in the hallway staring
As she enters the chemistry class
Am I that hideous?
She asks herself
Second row
From behind is where she sit
Souls filled with boredom
Mourn for the class to end
She sighs
As she doodles in her notebook

Little did she know
The blonde hair, blue-eyed charmer
Look towards her in the cafeteria
Admiring the way she laugh
The way she bite her nails
The way her cheeks turn rosy-pink
The way she tucks her hair behind her ear
Falling for every little things about her

Little did she know
The people in the hallway
Are talking about her beauty
Little did she know
The group of conceited it girls
Are dying to know where she'd got her coat from

Everyone around her know she's beautiful
Everyone
But *her