You see her in the street. In the car. At school. On her front porch. Just that girl you see every day. Nothing special. Not ugly. Not pretty. You think nothing of her. Just another face you never really seem to look at. Sure, every now and then, You ask her for a pencil or pen Because she always has one. She draws. But you never return them. She's another pointless face. Just a weirdo. But one day As you're walking You see her As she's crying Leaning againts the wall on the staircase Clearly just to get out of class And let it out. You have two options. Pretend you never saw her And walk away. Ignore it. Forget it. Or Walk over to her And reach out a hand And say "Hey." Or "You okay?" "What's wrong?" "What happened?" And maybe she'll answer. Maybe she'll tell you to leave. Maybe she'll walk away, ignoring you. Maybe she'll feel better To know Someone actually gives a s**t And make her day A tiny Wee bit Smidge Better. Even though she's clearly sad. But hey, Maybe Just maybe She'll wave at you Just once Maybe twice And then never again In the hallway. Just say "Hey." Or "Thanks." You never know. Takes about one minute. One precious minute. To change a person And help that person Into becoming happy. A friend. Better. And less Of "just a face" And more of A person.