I was a silly middle school girl.

I wondered at my peer's ability to swear (but didn't join them)

I heard the other girls lament the pains of straightened hair (and didn't want to)

I saw the awkward hugs they gave out in the hallways (PDA! PDA!)

I wanted so very much to get straight 'A's (You'd kill for my grades – but would you give up your social life?)

I was a silly middle school girl.

I pretended to ignore the real world while I read (until I forgot it existed)

I felt damp pages on my head (I ought to not read so late…)

I touched the tie of my organization's uniform – snappy! (Official attire)

I worried, when people thought me sad when I was happy (am I that bad at communication?)

I cried, whenever my ideas were denied (too complicated)

I was a silly middle school girl

I understood math more than my peers, as a nerd. (… You're telling me that 4 boyfriends a week is the mode*?)

I said quite a lot in those years, but much went unheard. ("Can you hear me?")

I dreamt of writing novels, with nymphs in every creek bed (You know – nymphs? Greek Mythology? The Fae?)

I tried to kind-of, sort-of raise my head… (…and failed. Epically.)

I was a silly middle school girl. But now I'm not.

'Cuz I'm a silly high school girl. (Nifty)

*Mode; the number which appears most frequently in a given data set.

A/N: Basically looking to improve my poetry, feedback is VERY appreciated...