The popular girl in the school,
Hands out birthday invitations to her class.
You've always looked up to her and thought she was cool,
But when it was your turn to receive one, she passed.
Crying at your desk,
Ashamed of what you are.
You're really willing to let,
A piece of paper and some confetti break your heart.
Wondering why can't I be like every one else in the crowd?
To share the joy of being noticed.
Wishing your voice was heard, and that it was loud,
Wishing that you weren't always at your lowest.
Pink and white balloons, the scene you will never get to see,
Never having a chance to feel excited.
Thinking why does anyone like me?
Why am I always the odd one out, and left uninvited?