She was quiet

Always alone

No one gave up a seat to sit next to her

Talking to her was an embarrassment

Always to silent for anyone to hear

She preferred her thoughts

And a paper and pen

Cause that was the only way to get her thoughts out when no one would care to listen

No one would take a glance

Not a care to notice her

But she was the mastermind

And she was the flame to the fire

And she would allow them to talk and converse about her

Cause she saw much more then they did

She saw the struggles of each person

And the heartache inside that made people bitter

So she accepted the hidden apology

And remained honest to herself

Silent like always

Observing the flaws and writing hopes for everyone

She was the complete outcast