Outsider

You stare at the board
You know the answers
But you don't want to seem
Like a smart little prancer.

Impressions are all
Based on how you act
In the classroom, whether you try
To be smart or try to join a pact.

The classroom is no place
For her type of personality.
She moved from school to school,
And of each one, she could give an analogy.

The way they talked to her,
The way she felt;
Each of their stares of question
Stung her like a leather belt.

She choked on air,
She ate less and less.
She was scorned by students,
So was this God's bless?