The Edifice of the social reject

This is the first short piece that I have ever written, that isn't a required project for school. This may or may not be written from my point of view, because I tried to put myself in the shoes of a social reject, and put emotion into it. And no, it is not a cry for help, just the thought that perhaps one should stop to speak to the guys sitting all alone once in a while. This is relatively short, but full of descriptive detail, so could be considered a blank-verse poem. Do not expect all of my writing to be in such excruciatingly deep detail, for it would get very boring. Very, very, quickly.

Actually, it is written from my point of view.