She Doesn't Take Good Pictures
She doesn't take good pictures,
Her smile could be whiter.
She gets pushed around so easily,
She's a lover, not a fighter.
She never has a boyfriend,
She doesn't sleep around.
She sits by herself in the back of the class,
She never makes a sound.
She can't afford expensive clothes,
She doesn't have a nice hair.
She's far from being noticeable,
She's just the girl whose there.
She spends her days in silence,
She spends her nights in tears.
She grown accustomed to her misery,
Day after day, year after year…