Go ahead, pass me by.
You will never know me.
You will never know who I am, where I came from, or where I'm going.
But that's your problem.
You underestimate me greatly, not even giving me a chance to prove myself.
I'm more than what you think I am.
I'm more than what you expect from a shy girl.
Instead of assuming, just ask me, I won't bite.
You treat me like I'm stupid, but little do you know I'm a lot smarter than you and at least most of this class.
I don't talk not because I'm shy, it's because I don't like you.
Keep wondering, but I can almost guarentee that you will never know.
How does it feel to finally be the one left out?
It might be a knew concept to you, but it's everyday to me.