The girl with the helmet

The girl with the helmet
Sits under her desk
With a smile on her
Face.
Not knowing her place.

No one knows why
She does the things
She does
But people do
Ask why

The girl with the helmet
Has a smile on her face
No one knows why
Is it a silent cry?

No one knows why
She does the things
She does
But no one ever bothered
To ask her why

The girl with the helmet
Sits alone in a little
Corner or the lunch room floor
Consuming her lunch
Or painting a masterpiece
No one goes over
No one says hello

The girl with the helmet
Walks with her head held high
But only she knows why

The girl in the helmet
Is very unique
And only she know
Exactly what she seeks

The girl with the helmet
Protects her self
And speaks to fairies
And elves
The girl in the helmet
Is not crazy
She just sees things
Differently than you do