I pass through the halIs clamouring tick-tock
Get to class, keep looking down at the floor
I see face after face no suprise here
We see people but do we see a story
The blond cheer captain whispers faux stories
to the toilet after lunch and dinner
The jock who looks at the beat up kid in
the mirror at home, "Sorry Dad.
The nerd, always studying his classes
"You need at least a B to eat dinner"
Late to class once more and you still can't see them
Get to class, keep looking up, save yourself.