Life of a School Girl

Whoever reads this will clearly see, How a school girl's dreams, at times flee.

She tries her best, but seems not hard enough, It seems when she attempts, the task is even tough.

She wants to have fun with people her age, when she even tries, it feels she's on stage.

This girl wants others to know how she feels, but doesn't have any experiences with turning the wheel-

To get this thing started, but she seems not to know, How to get this mind running the way it should flow.

It doesn't seem right for someone with hardly any friends, who is as talkative at home, but once at school--the speaking just ends, then more thinking begins,

Then constantly they ask so much, "Why are you so silent?
Why do you choose to be quiet? Why, why, why"-she's getting tired!

Apparently this is going to end some how, if she keeps faith in God and stop ordering to "do now".

All she needs is patience and wait for His time, to answer her prayers, and get out of the grime.

This story has not ended about this school girl, who wishes at times she's in another world.

To get away from troubles she's facing at school, if they heard her talk once, they'd stare and drool.

She can't stand being on the spot, looking dumb as ever, this has to stop right now; no one knows this girl is clever.

When a teacher asks questions and nobody knows the answers,
This girl will burn you with what she knows, so call the ambulances.

She cries for someone to please help her out, but nobody hears what's in her head, what she's talking about.

In the mind of this kind, people wonder, "What's going on in there?
Is she talking? Holding back ideas, don't want anyone to stare?
We want to hear what she has to say for all this, why she keeps to herself and stays quiet like rainy mist."

But she wants to empty the full mind of hers, nobody could imagine how many thoughts, how many words-

That she wants out, that's why it's expressed in writing, it helps clear her mind, with these lines she is citing.

She needs someone to hold, when she's not feeling good, because each trouble feel like splinters from a block of dry wood.

What she's feeling, in any way, cannot be explained, nobody understands, or feels the heartache pain.

When she's not feeling well, no one can even tell.
Because she's so afraid, she might make a mistake.

She don't but she do, all at the same time, want to be out there and say what's on her mind.

Ya'll just don't understand, she's sweating like a gland. She wants to glide like a bird, over problems ya'll never heard of.

It's inapprehensible, the thought is inconceivable. But it happens to be for real, with this struggle she has to deal.

Struggles turn into success, so she hopes for the best. It just won't come out, like air through a snout.

Instead it's all stuck inside, feels like a bumpy ride. Now this is the end of the story of a girl who just can't decide.