May 19, 2009
By Anonymous

Alone, again
Sitting, waiting, alone.
To whom shall I explain?
I am simply an unknown

The girls at school
Never will they talk to me.
I am simply a fool
To where shall I flee?

Dinner with mom
She asks what’s wrong
My heart is like a bomb.
I can’t tell her I don’t belong

Nighttime comes
My day was already dark.
All because I play the drums
They feast, like a shark

My alarm goes off
How to dress?
Skirt too short, “w****” they cough
Dress too long, prude they guess

I get off the bus
I keep to myself as I walk down the hall
As the others discuss.
I already know, today’s lunch is in the bathroom stall

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