Spring

iv.

he is creepy.

but i didn't ask his name.

i know he's like the others

still, all the same.

i've known him

for a long time already

i don't even know

if we're friends

but, maybe.

or maybe no.

who would be friends with me?

i am nothing

but unnoticed and ugly,

that's what they see.

or i wonder, if they ever do—

because you know, they don't

and i'm casted as low

all i ever do in school

is to come and go.