Poem- She- Weird

I was bored.
I don't knw why people like this mediocre poem.
But, since they do, I am going to put it here to see if you (readers=1)like it too:

She looked up at me with a stare
sitting at the table she glared

to the higher me.

I felt spoiled and a fool
She was the higher one

She was higher.

The depressed soul with eyes
was higher than me.

Intelligence glared up at me with sadness.

Yeah, my mom even liked it. Haha.