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Loneliness in the 7 hour daily hell

In the way deep back of my secluded brain

Signals for someone to come stake their claim

Someone to allow me to come and belong somewhere

I mean the class picture is full with only one tear

Me. I'm the tear. Not a word and never an acknowledgment

All the loneliness in me is far too pent

Sorrow and self pity define and contort my face

Then add some black eye makeup smeared into place

And you get a person who decided to go up against

Then being a less than life misfit into place was sinched

I have no place with the preps and not with the jocks

No time for yoga pants or expensive athletic socks

And I'll also do without the goodies who just "get involved"

I've had enough of school, no more around it will I be revolved

None of the company of the misunderstood pop punk

Not the right sense of humor thought I share their type of music funk

Too good for the bad and too bad for the good

Either not gutsy enough or tainted from where I once stood

Not even close to being called a geek

My stock of information and knowledge is just a bit weak

Ignorance is bliss and so losers have happy spirit

But I know everyone has two faces, I know the secret

Even the group of misfits in randomness and all

Silently join everyone else to watch my lonely fall