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The chair faced in the other direction,
separating me from any other friends.
The dark metal frame was cold and mocking.
I really wanted it to end.


The girl in the chair sat with her back from me -
a calculated move on purpose, I’m sure.
So intent from keeping me out of the circle -
how much of this can I endure?


Isolated, I sit, my sandwich is tasteless.
I feel so alone watching the clock.
Each lunch is the same with time moving slowly.
T I C K T O C K T I C K
T O C K T I C K T O C K


She laughs with the others, then looks over her shoulder,
With a snicker and sneer she fills me with sorrow.
Thankfully the bell rings, now lunchtime is over -
but 23 hours till lunchtime tomorrow…





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