Everyday’s a struggle,Going and coming, As if I had people to talk to,Or conversations impending.The classes, I can get through,But lunch is another story.No one to sit with,But one lonely table.Its filled with girls faces,Yet none focused on me.As you pass,You might thinkThat I fit into this group.What’s sad is that your wrong.I’m never included with them.One lonely day,They finally spoke up.They questioned me,And made me choke.With tears streaming down,And eyes on the ground,They attacked, and mocked,And butchered me.When they were done,And I couldn’t take anymore,They left me sitting,And headed to the door.What kind of cruelness,Can surpass this kind?When your left alone,To cry and whine.All I wanted,Was someone to sit with.Someone to make me feel,Like a part of a group.Now I eat all by myself,In the restroom, or hallways,Sometimes without food.No one knows,Or asks where I’ve been.They all just enjoy,My absence the end.