Carol!
i could hear the familiar joyful voice
amplified through the eardrums of my ears
and i could see for myself.
she's here.

Carol is such a nice person that I couldn't bring myself to hate her. Who said she's a nasty and boring person? I see not. She's kind and sweet, perhaps her shyness and introvertive personality makes others misunderstand her. I've been watching Carol for such a long time but have never started a conversation. Now, I will. I will try.

"Can you help me with my French homework?"

said she
i looked at her as if she's crazy
we've never talked
only gave each other some nods
but i don't hate her
she's different from the others.

"Thank you so much! You are such a nice person."

I could see her confusion all over the place, her eyes glinted and stared at me as if I'm crazy. Guess what? Maybe I am. Everyone says that. But maybe I don't really care about me. With a little bit of reluctant, Carol nodded when she still seemed suspicious of me.

"Well then, see you after school in the library!"

"Oh wait! Can I bring Max with me?"

sure.
and she's gone.
i don't hate her
though maybe i do
it is hard to say
when someone is closer to things
you want.

i don't hate her
she's different from me
his friend, their friend, everyone 's
unlike me,
who grows odd against the world.

i don't hate her
she certainly doesn't hate me
but then again,
Max doesn't hate her.