I sit in my seat,
Hearing voices around me,
I feel sad.
For my best friends told the guy I like that I like him.
They told everyone. But now,
I dont feel happy nor do I feel angree.
I feel like a thunderstorm,
But without the thunder and rumbles,
I feel as if tears should fall from the shy.
Maybe I should cry,
Like rain from the shy.
Everyone knows now and everyone laughs.