I want to be the mover, the shaker, the wizard, the quaker

She who can do nothing wrong in anyone's eyes.

Each day I stand before you waiting for you to say something

To open your lips & tell me I'm beautiful

But I'm not that girl, I'm just wall paper

Another student in another class at your school.

You don't have to tell me I'm not the dating type, I know that.

I'm the best friend, the one no one ever dreams of dating.

That much I do know, because that's how it;s always been.

Cute & adorable? Hot & datable? I'm neither.

Girly is not what I am, beautiful is not what I am.

Plain & ordinary, like the next page of this notebook.

When I walk by, no one even looks twice because who notices the furniture?

Flirty, I'm not, reliability is all I've got.

Even that bores guys out of their minds.

I am a book, deep & intellectual, difficult, & hard to read.

Other girls are magazines, simple but pretty, exciting but short lived.

Serious, I'm far too serious & complicated too.

Anything a guy wants I haven't got, not a single thing.

No girlish giggle, nor perfect face to draw a male in

Nothing but a clumsy, ridiculous life & look.

I do try, but it hardily works.

So everyday I come to school & try to put out my best

But no one notices me, so how can I become who I want to be?

While each day passes, I find myself fading away.

Only wishing to dream of the magic I used to feel

Moving people with every word I said.

Shaking their worlds with my talents.

I tricked people into believing I had the magic of power,

& I made kids quake when I walked through the halls.

Now I'm part of the scenery of someone else's love story,

How much longer must I wait until I am once again,

Moving, shaking, whizzing, & quaking the world?