The Class

I'm sitting in the class alone Wishing i could just go home Wanting to be near the ones i love Not in a world where i walk alone I think, I see I want to know Why i walk these halls alone. I'm no different from the next kid I know But I'm labeled the quite kid that no one really knows. No one dares to look inside I just can fathom why When i get home my mom you see Is waiting and I break free Free from that damb lock and key I draw I paint And write poetry Wishing and wanting the world to see Just who i am And what they should be