Policy of an Ignorant Nerd

She sits in the back with her hair pulled back,
trying to act like her attention ain't slack,
a fetish for prose, and love, and art,
her decision is made, she'll act with her heart.

The beliefs forced upon her are from those she knows,
She acts with great care, wanting no stepped on toes,
she chooses her words, each syllable with care,
when she acts like a sweetheart and throws personality to air.

She's got her mind set, on her future for School,
doesn't care she loses out, she doesn't need to be cool,
But the air she still breaths has something foreign to wear,
and she'll never understand, pretends not to care.

At lunch she'll remove, that imperfect mask,
she'll sit beside friends and finally ask,
the imperfect questions, her faults bare to each bone,
and she'll giggle and laugh to see each tear of armor sewn.

She'll go back to class, a little lighter on her feet,
and everyone she knows, the new people she'll meet,
Will be none the wiser, to the tears she still hides,
Because she still has a policy, which rots her insides.

She won't cry aloud, won't let anyone see,
she'll wait till tomorrow if alone she will be,
and she'll bawl her eyes out after homework is done,
school first, feelings second, and friends before fun.

Because she understands, education is success all the way,
She'll stay home alone, with her work and no play,
She waits and she prays for that last year of School,
the one she'll be in just to relax and stay cool.

So she sticks to her policy, which rots her insides,
None will be wiser, to the tears she still hides,
and she won't cry aloud, won't let anyone see,
she'll wait till tomorrow, if alone she will be.