There's that girl again.
She has short brown hair, which hovers in between straight and curly.
She has soft green eyes, which she hides behind big tortoiseshell glasses.
She has fidgety hands, with fingernails that have been bitten many times.
She wears jeggings and solid color t-shirts.
She hides behind a book, a different one every day.
She keeps to herself, staying quiet and inconspicuous.
She doodles on her classwork and taps her fingers on her desk.
She loves art, and has pages full of drawings.
She wants to be a writer, and spends hours working on her books.
She daydreams about magic, imagining a world full of it.
She is afraid of feedback, and hides her work.
She loves to sing, but tells herself she's not good enough. 
She tries her hand at acting, but is scared to be on stage. 
She looks at herself in the mirror and tells herself she doesn't look good.
She wonders if she'll ever be enough.
I see her everyday and wonder why she wants to change.