In a room full of people,
I'm the only one alone.
The classroom is too loud.
I just want to go home.
No one even sees me.
I'm all by myself.
In a room full of people,
I'm collecting dust on a shelf.
In a room full of people,
Everyone has a friend, but me.
I sit like a loner in the back,
Looking out the window, wondering:
Will I ever get out of here?
Will they acknowledge me?
In a room full of people,
There's nothing to see.
AN: God, sometimes these poems are just so depressing. I'm really NOT that way. I'm usually pretty hyper and I'm singing around the room like a Broadway Star. :P Oh well. Maybe you guys can relate a bit? I feel like this kind of happens to everyone at least once.
