A girl dressed in all black walking down a white hall way,
People looking, and whispering to each other about her,
Emotions being toyed with, as if it didn't even matter,
But that's the thing, it does matter, and it will matter.
She'd different, and who likes different? Not really anyone,
Black mascara that you get for a dollar and the dollar store,
Black bookbag with pins screaming quotes she loves;
Quotes that she can surely relate to in her life.
She doesn't talk much, and she won't speak to you,
It may seem as though she doesn't even do her work,
But she does, she is a straight A student in this school,
Where people think she is the biggest failure yet.
A girl, who lives with adopitve parents in a small house,
No parents, no brothers or sisters and not one friend,
But something you just don't know about her remains,
She is an Angel sent down from god, and Angel who speaks.
She tells God every sin that is made from who and when,
She has those beautiful eyes, that do stand out,
She had the long legs, and pretty elegant fingers,
She is the Whispering Angel, that no one knows about.
