At school so many problems are faced.

Sitting alone, I feel so misplaced.

Questioning discussions made behind my chair.

Does anyone even notice I'm there?

I must be a ghost, a spirit of the old me,

Why else would I be so lonely?

I may as well disappear off the face of this Earth,

Because I'm not important, I have little worth.

I shall kick off the shackles of this lonesome life,

All I need to do is pick up the knife . . .