They walk in.
They walk out.
Like I'm not even there.

But it's not their fault.
What could get their attention?
While I sit in this wooden chair?

I play with my hands.
I play with my hair.
Just to get them off my mind.

But no matter how hard I try.
I know I'm failing.
It's just a waste of time.

One sits down.
Decided to talk.
But I'm not the best at talking.

When I had trouble with my reply,
He looked me in the eyes.
Then got up and started walking.

I should have called
I couldn't do it.
I should have shout.

But my voice died away.
And I was left in this chair.
As the one, decided to walk out.