What’s wrong?
Are you really asking me that?

You see me standing alone,
In a hallway,
No one around,
And think something’s wrong.

You see me,
Head down,
Reading a book at lunch,
And think something’s wrong.

No other time,
Have you acknowledged my existance,
That I am even among you,
And now you ask ‘what’s wrong’?

Unbelieveable.

You don’t know who I am,
Yet assume you do,
Because you hear my name called,
Every morning,
Every period,
Every day.

Now, let me ask you something,
What’s wrong?