Lunch Period of One
Author : Unknown
I sit alone
At the end of the table
I used to try to smile as they went by
To look like a cool guyBut they take one look
The clothes
They keep walking
They sit down in their fancy little cliques
They're five or six
They laugh, they smile
They befriend
Ignoring the guy at the end
Who's having a lunch of one
I got this from here.
2 Comments:
Wow that poem is really sad. It kinda makes you wonder what you actually look like to the people who see you every day and dont really know you.
Yeah, that's why I am nice to people and give them a chance. I'm usually always friends with the people that people see as "different" and “weird” because I see the good in people. I think they are the most amazing people and I don't care what anyone thinks of me or them!
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