musings of an oddball high school kid
I steadily grew more tired of high school.
Everyone looked the same.
Everyone acted the same.
And if you didn’t look or act the same, you might as well have purple skin and three eyes.
I didn’t look or act the same.
I was the odd girl that struck up conversations with people she didn’t know, conversations about a dandelion she saw on the way to school, or how blue the sky was that day.
I had maybe one friend.
I’m not sure if they thought i didn’t notice, but I did.
The thing that shocked them the most was that I didn’t care.
I just got tired of so many eyes that looked
but never really saw.
I almost felt bad for them.