The Quiet Kid

I sit in class everyday and actually listen.
Not only to the teacher, but to you.
You don't know my name.
Sometimes you forget I exist.
But I know your name.

Alex.

You have a dog named Sparky,.
You play soccer,
And your favorite color is green.

I must really like you if I know all of this useless information, right?
No.
In fact, I think you're a jerk and a bit of a racist.
The only reason I know these things is because you talk during the lecture.
Also, you wear green all the time.

I know a lot about Brenda, Jimmy, and Susan too.
And although I would never want to be friends with any of you,
I do find you all very intriguing.

Also, I think Mr. Clark is getting a divorce.
He's stopped wearing his ring and he doesn't mention Karen anymore.

It's funny how I know so much about all of you,
But you know nothing about me.
I laugh to myself at the shocked looks on your faces when I say a single word.
Didn't know I could talk, huh?

And even though you see right through me like a ghost,
When it comes to group projects you fight over me.
Hey idiots, just because I don't talk a lot doesn't mean I'm a genius.
I mean, I have a B+ average so I guess that's something.
But even if I am smart, what makes you think I'm going to help you?

I know what you think.
You think I'm a freak.
A loner.
A nobody.
You feel bad for me.
But I don't.
Because I would rather be off in my own world then put on an act for this one.

If anything I feel bad for you.
The person who feels the need to pretend they are something they aren't.
But I have to admit,
This is a very interesting show I'm watching.

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