May 10, 2012
By Anonymous

These halls are a sea of familiar faces
And I who am always alone
I walk through these crowded mazes
Hating who I am to the bone

You'd never know I feel this way
I'm very good at masking it
But if someone would just give my the time of day
Or just be nice a little bit

People are not mean to me, they are willing to be nice
All I want is my true best friend, someone to put me first
But after I walk away you won't think about me twice
And thats really what hurts worst

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