The Act of Feeling Special

She desperately sat in the classroom

She drew her heart out so she'd draw out the bored

She thought that by drawing she'd sketch out her life

Onto a sense of meaning to propel her life forward

She would draw so he could watch her

If she didn't, he'd still find a way

But she liked that he took interest in looking at her work

And tried to ignore him, trying to keep her smile away

It was the act of feeling special

It was the act of feeling a need

The need for him to watch what she did

And the act of watching him see what she conceived

She sat desperately in the classroom

Waiting for him to walk through the door

She pulled out the notebook and then got to work

And worked right till his eyes reached the floor