I'm sitting here in class,

other students are all around,

all of which have frowns on their faces.

They all look at me,

they wonder why I am so bright,

maybe it is because I love this class,

or the boring shit I am being taught.

They cannot see what I see,

which is a shame if you ask me.

I'm staring at the blackboard,

but I do not see,

see what the teacher is writing down.

No, all I see is what makes me smile,

what I see is what I always see,

what I see is an image of your gorgous face.