I'd give anything for that chance to stand beside you. You never see me. I'm always there watching you waiting for the courage to say something to you, anything. I can't though; your so distant so far away so engulfed in your own world that you can't see me. Can you see anyone? I know you see a few and on them you bestow that smile, the smile that will never be reserved for me. If I were prettier with brown hair instead of this fake blonde, maybe you would see me. I've never had anyone; I've always been alone and jealous of the happy couples that I see every day. I wonder what it's like to have someone to share everything with, are you my someone? Probably not. For me there is no someone, is there? I'm one of the unlucky ones who cry at night because I'm lonely. My best friend can't even help to get you off my mind. But you don't even look at me when I pass you in the halls, your eyes stare dead ahead at some imaginary dream waiting to be imagined. I know you have to be lonely too I've seen you in class with no friends to pair with when we need partners at lunch you have only your sister for companionship, but your too like me, you don't reach out try to talk to the shallow people around you. I know I'm not the only one who thinks your beautiful the lucky ones who have had millions before to call there own reach for you to. You push them away. If they can't reach you how could I, I'm probably less deserving then them. I guess I'm doomed to be forever depressed watching everyone around me in their eternal blissfulness. Maybe one day you will see me, I can wish can't I? Maybe you're not even the one. I just wish I could talk to you. I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone there for me to wait for me between classes to have someone special to ride with on roller coasters. I've always wondered what people would think if for once it was I happy. Maybe I can forget you push aside these thoughts but I'm reminded of them every time I look at you. If your hair was blonde instead of black and that skin a dark tan instead of that pale porcelain, would I still love you? Probably. It's in your eyes that hold the bewitching mystery of you and those lips. I can't read your emotions not like the jocks who hold no mystery but great immaturity. So maybe that's why I love you. I'm drawn to you. I want to unlock every secret you have hidden in your heart, everything I know is there but you don't let out. But I'm sure I'm not the only one and I'm sure I'm not your choice. So I'll go on pretending I'll smile for my friends and pretend that I don't cry at night when I know I have no one to hold. I guess pretending is everyone's best friend.