She sits in a corner, all alone.
her face pale, her heart torn.
Her eyes are swollen,her lips have dried.
For a reason not known to me,
All night she cried.
It pricked me inside but I could not console her,
Because at school, I was a baboon and she was Miss.Popular!
I looked on as a tear rolled down her swollen cheek.
I felt bad, to walk up to her, I was too weak.
I gathered enough courage,to walk up to her, I dared.
I looked her in the eye and said that i cared.
She was deep in her thoughts, did not take notice of me.
I was very nervous, couldn't help but be!
I turned to go. I was no match to her fame.
She took me by surprise when she called out my name.
I saw a smile on her face as well as mine.
Right then I knew that she was going to be fine.
I didn't know why she was crying, but I made her feel better, I was sure.
She was my hope of self confidence and I was her cure.
I'm happy now as we share some laugh and a little chatter.
I am no more a baboon but she is still Miss.Popular!
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