Strolling under the vaults
of eternal misery:
The school-hallways
puts my heartbeat to a halt

Eyes scanning intensely,
seeking out cover from the wild beasts inside
looking at me
with their judgmental eyes.

Hidden in class like a gem under a stone,
I sit always alone
in the blackhole
that is my imagination.

An outcast, a stranger--
I see their eyes,
and the young love between girls and guys,
i see so passionately
through my glass-window,
admiring the love, the light,
the life--pleasant or unpleasant
still lighter than my darkness.
How they are so humane,
yet I'm left alone with pain.

When will this pain end,
the dreadful feeling of not fitting in?
or is this all I'll have,
all I'll have for eternity?

I will peek through the window again
and see their faces with radiant happiness
so I can paste it onto my own
in my imagination!