Alone he sits in class each day.
His hair is matted,
His clothes are *****.
The other kids all think
That he is weird,
But what they don't know is,
He's silent
For at home, when he speaks,
It doesn't go well for him.
He's shy,
because he has been taught he doesn't matter.
He's afraid,
Because in his world fear keeps you safe.
He's alone,
Because no one cares to give him the time of day.
So alone he sits,
At night he lays in bed and cries.
He wishes he had someone
Anyone, to talk to.
If only people cared about what's inside,
Instead of judging a book by its cover