a few poems i wrote in resource yesterday
Every one around me is with their friends
Every one around had the teacher call and see them
Every one around has some one to talk to
Every one around has others with them
I sit here alone, no friends to be seen
I sit as the teacher calls my name, I answer, he doesn’t see me
I sit here in silence, no one wants to talk
I sit here alone, no one cares to come
Every one here has friends to play cards with
Every one here was marked as present
Every one here was noticed by the teacher and their friends
Every one here has some one with them
I sit in a corner, playing solitaire alone
I sit here calling ‘here’ with a raised hand as the teacher marks me absent
I sit in a corner, transparent as a ghost
I sit here and watch every one else, no one comes near
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Will I always be alone?
Will anyone come to speak?
Will anyone show they care?
Will anyone heal these wounds?
I sit and watch as friends talk with friends
I sit here and wish some one would come
I sit here, afraid to go speak, wishing some one would come to me
I sit, I hurt, I cry, I watch every one with their friends, I am alone
Why is that boy getting up?
Why is he walking this way?
Perhaps he noticed and has come to ask why I cry?
Perhaps he will try to heal these wounds?
No, he did not care
He did not come to see me
He got up to use the sharpener, not three feet from me
He finished and left, not a word or a glance at me
I am alone
No one is coming to speak
No one seems to care
No one wants to heal the girl crying alone
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I’m cold
I’m scared
I’m all alone
I’m lost
Please find me
Make me not alone
I sit in a room with many others
Many others who talk and laugh with each other
I sit alone, too scared to go speak
Why can’t they see it?
Why can’t they see how I wish I were with them?
Why can’t they come speak with me and let me join in?
So many are in this room
So many with thoughts of each other
I sit here lost, no one thinks of me
I’m not into fashion
I’m not into skate boarding
I’m not one with silky hair
They have each other to save them
They have others to laugh with
They won’t notice me, crying in a corner
They have friends who they worry about
They don’t see or think of me
I shall remain here, as unnoticed as a ghost
Uma_Deadly-Kiss Community Member 
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