All alone, she wanders to school,
This fragile girl is not considered cool,
Out of every condemnation, what could be worse
Than their criticising eyes - what she fears the most,
She does not belong to a particular clique,
In front of them, she daren't even speak,
To them she is a reject, a misfit, a target,
But why opt for her? That, she will never get,
Is it her height, her weight, her hair?
Is it her face and the clothes she wears?
But she is individual; it is her that's unique,
So why through their eyes is she such a geek?
They are the ones, who blend into the same,
Fashion, trends - can they be to blame?
At least she can be liked for her inner self,
She doesn't mind if she's sometimes hated, put on the shelf,
It does not really matter if sometimes she is alone,
One thing is clear: It is their interior identity that is unknown.
