The girl I met in the back of the classroom

Lost too soon but will never be forgotten ♥ Here goes.

I am that girl in the back of the classroom

always quiet, but I am not blind
Always watching

I am that girl in the back of the classroom

Reserved and immune to the things that are said
to the people around me
As I watch I begin to cringe, and I wonder,
Will I ever be that way? Like these people?

(I certainly hope not)

I am the girl in the back of the classroom

I've sat there for years
And no one seems to notice me

Except for one girl.

She was like me, quiet and reserved,
but she was different
She was caring and never failed to send a happy smile my way.

But inside her head was a world of the unknown.

I watched the people around her, as they made attempts at bringing her down.

But there she was.
Smiling as always.

I said nothing about the words said to her, and the words that were left unsaid are the ones I regret the most.

Now
I am the girl sitting in the front of the class,
remembering the tragedy since the day it happened.

That girl could have been me.

I am the girl in the front of the classroom,
 that talks too loud, and shouts out the wrong answers.

Who talks to many of those battling the same tragedy that I once endured.

With the girl who sat beside me and smiled,
in the back of the classroom.

I am the girl in the front of the classroom.