That Girl In the Corner
Jocks and cheerleaders,
Punks, Goths, and freaks,
Gangsters and thugs,
Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks.
Of all the possible categories,
I belong to none.
I don’t fit into all of them,
Or belong to only one.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
So quiet and content,
I speak mostly when spoken to,
Each word I say well meant.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
To myself, and all alone,
Never wanting to be noticed,
Or to let myself be known.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
Observing the “café crowd,”
So shy and unassuming,
With my head up in a cloud.
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007
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