Labels

I walk through the crowed halls everyday and wonder why is it like this labels r all about.
I cant look any one way without seeing a label about
I am afraid that if I talk to just one I'll become one of those labels I dred so much to see in the halls that I walk about
Finally i get to a corner of a room and see my friends who all feel the same about the labels whom roam in the halls about
and when we r all together r feelings about labels r no longer there
till the school bell rings for all to go to class
I sit in a room full of all different types of labels
who r just now one and act for themselves
till the bell rings to end that class
now i must walk through the halls again with the labels again who look and point at others
then the bell rings for class once again now they r all themselves again. till the bell rings again
Then for five minutes I have that feeling again
Then the bell rings for lunch
Now there is no way for me to get out I must sit with some friends and talk to them. Cause the labels now r all about in every inch of the room
I must stand in front of the labels and behind them in line
listening to them making fun of others.
I wonder why it must be this way if everyone could get along there would be no need for labels.
Finally the bell rings for the last class of the day and everyone is once again themselves.
Now 2:10 comes and the bell rings just one last time for that day
I walk through the halls and see all the labels say good-bye to each other
and i head home
a home that is free from the label people