Most of the time I sit in class,
I crave for attention I'll never have.
My friends in other classes,
With their own cooling glasses,
Enjoying no troubles with ones close.
Here I am, wondering about my ghostly presence,
In a place full of hate.
And the only few I know,
Use me against me.
I look in the mirror,
And go into deep wonder,
And contemplation,
Whether the fake smile,
Is really worth the pain...