I see those lonely people
Walking down deserted halls;
And the huge massive cliquey groups
Where the cool girl leans on walls.
The hurried teachers walking,
The principal just strolls,
The late students are running,
But my unseen tears just roll.
And I wonder if there's someone
Out there she's watching me:
The grey girl with the jacket
Who knows not what to be.
So I stand here in this strange spot
Looking out again,
Hoping with all my might
I'm not invisible to men.
I see those lonely people
And oh how much I empathise
As we stand and watch each other
Acknowledge silent demise.
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