Last Girl
There's always the last girl.
She's the one no one likes.
She's the picked on and bullied.
Defenseless, poor thing.
The last to be chosen.
The last to have a boyfriend </3
No one wants her, she is invisible.
Does anyone see her? No
She's the first though.
The first to answer while girls in the back whisper.
The first a teacher will ever ask to run an arron.
The first to confess.
No one does that.
The first to write this poem.
XOXO,
Frankki.