The air is tense
Something is wrong
I'm the intruder
I've jumped the fence
Their backs all turned
Their faces hidden
The place is cloudy with noise
But some how well litten
Why do I feel out of place
What is the difference here
Searching and feeling
I'm stuffed with fear
Mysterious faces
No that's not it
My breath shortens to my paces
As I realize what it is
I'm not different in color or race
Just something worth while
Because everyone except me
Has on a smile
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
The air is tense
Something is wrong
I'm the intruder
I've jumped the fence
Their backs all turned
Their faces hidden
The place is cloudy with noise
But some how well litten
Why do I feel out of place
What is the difference here
Searching and feeling
I'm stuffed with fear
Mysterious faces
No that's not it
My breath shortens to my paces
As I realize what it is
I'm not different in color or race
Just something worth while
Because everyone except me
Has on a smile
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