she is not the girl that wears sandals unbuckled
or the one that walks head down
neither is she the one with the smile
the smile only the still lakes see
and oh, she is not the girl that sits in the back
or the front
or the middle;
or in the hall
with hair as plain and solemn as her dress
please don't call her the girl people love
the girl people want to hug
the girl that parties in her room,
blinds closed,
so she is finally alone
or the one that stares at sunsets like it's her long lost friend
she is not the girl that frowns upon the greed and prejudice
she is not the girl every boy kisses
oh please don't call her the girl that is quiet -
she is so much more than just that.

*~j.c~*