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A Lunch Alone

Nobody cares about me, An apple, a sandwich and some chips, I’m missing something. Why don’t people like? What is wrong with me? On my left, the popular group, A flock of eagles dressed in school tuxedos, On my right, the burnouts, Flapping pigeons dress in Levi jackets. I am the middle, I am the nerd. I eat by myself and walk by myself. Damn it! It’s not fair! No one says hi to me in the halls, No one sits next to me in class. I am a person, I have feelings too. Everyone talks about the big party over the weekend. Know what I did? I sat home crying. When I answer questions, people laugh. I’m not a jock, I’m not a stud, I’m just me!” Sometimes I wonder why am I on this planet. Done eating, I wall the halls to the same old wall, Where I stand everyday, Waiting for the bell to ring, An ant, black and dead…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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