I thought I wouldn't do it,

for I am not foolish,

I know what I feel - and I don't feel it,

but, something strange has happened,

out of boredom,

I believe,

for my mind kept running to you, huh!

And I was not home,

I was in a crowd, with people I dislike,

yet I chose to leave The Crypt and The Dreamscape at home.

You see - I'm already always seen as the odd one out.

But, oh, how I hated the company!

And, oh, how your image came a-runnin' in my mind.

And I wrote so much so much notes app poetry about you.

And now I wonder,

do you ever think about me?

How do you feel about the girl in sweaters and pink nails,

that talks about books all day?

How do you, a boy, a strange creature,

think about a girl, a delicate being,

who laughs at your silly jokes?

However do you perceive me,

you - who claim you care not about appearance.

Some say I'm pretty, some disagree,

I don't mind, though, what they think of me.

But you...

Well in my notes app poetry I say it best,

how shall I put it...

I don't care,

I don't feel,

yet... I ponder...

what's your opinion of me?