I am the outcast of this place,
a place meant for learning.
They promise to make them stop,
but all they do is tell them to.
They consider my opinion creepy,
apparently I can't be myself.
I sit alone at lunch,
no one even blinks an eye.
They are all divided into groups,
I have my own.
I'm the only one in my little group.
The rest of the ex members
are now fakes.
I'm the only real outcast.

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