She Thinks

She thinks no one likes her.

She thinks no one listens to her.

She thinks she is of no importance.

She thinks she is unattractive.

She thinks she only has one friend.

She thinks she’d rather throw up than talk out loud.

She thinks she’d rather dive under the table than laugh out loud.

She thinks she’s inferior.

She thinks she can’t impress anyone.

She thinks she can’t talk to me.

She thinks I don’t like her.

She thinks I’m intimidating.

She thinks I don’t notice how much she wants to talk to me.

She thinks I don’t notice the common likes we share.

She thinks I don’t notice how very similar we are.

She thinks I don’t know that.

She thinks the huge gang of girls at my beck and call are the only people I’ll hang out with.

She thinks I don’t want to become close to her.

She thinks I don’t want to adopt her as a sister.

She thinks I’m cold hearted.

She thinks I’m mean and horrible.

She thinks I don’t want to invite her to my house.

She thinks I don’t want to have girl time with her.

She thinks I don’t want to hang out with her.

She thinks I laugh at her and ridicule her.

She thinks I didn’t get jealous when I heard she took her best friend to her house.

She thinks I don’t envy her best friend for getting to be by her side all the time.

She thinks I don’t wish I could be her best friend.

She thinks I don’t admire her patience, integrity, intelligence, kindness and creativity.

She thinks I don’t think she’s one of the best people on the planet.

~ Views of a popular girl on a quiet girl on the sidelines