School Groups

Walking down th hallway all alone,
I notice the way they look at me.
The feeling like I don't belong comes over me,
with a wash of tears I'll not let fall.

I notice the different groups all around,
and I know I don't fit into any of them.
I'm just a shadow that wonders,
trying to find some one who cares.

I sit in the back of every class,
trying to get away from the ones who cause me pain.
I go from class to class,
keeping out of people's way.

I eat my lunch alone,
watching people pass by.
I see them laughing and joking,
and whispering to each other.

I walk home alone,
and notice the groups passing by.
I hate this feeling of loneliness,
I just want it to end.

I lock myself in my room,
take my gun out from under my bed.
I close my eyes tight,
and pull the trigger.
Leaving the groups,
with a puddle of blood.