Aware of myself, I step into the class
Stomach still turning
Throat burning
It cuts me like glass

I spot out my friends at their desks
Do they know?
I pop a mint for my breath
Preparing myself to put on my show

I give a happy hello and I smile.
Right away I recognize it’s been quite a while
And just as I’m getting myself in the groove
This girl walks in and she dampens my mood

I can’t help but stare.
I’m jealous of the way that she just doesn’t care.
I wish I could know her but I think that she hates me
She always sits so far from me lately

I could not tell you why but I feel the words slip
And escape from my lips:
“My God she’s so weird”
With a laugh and a sneer

Somebody shushed me and said that she heard.
Great, now she must think that I’m such a ****.
She gives us a glare
I pretend not to care
But I do. I don’t know why I said what I said
But the words are now echoing back in my head

“She’s jealous,” I heard someone express
“She wants to be you.”
All the stress I suppress
If only she knew…