It enters the building,
Walks to it’s class,
Sits in it’s seat,
Hears them all laugh.
It pretends to be busy, to not of heard a thing,
But inside is different, it’s soul starts to scream.
It’s hair today is parted all the same,
It wears clothes like them,
But still is seen strange,
This is one of the days it wants to be dead.
It wonders if they’ll feel guilty,
Think of their woeful judgement,
Will it even have a funeral or will it just be empty
The only rush of comfort would be the shadows from the leaves.
It doesn’t understand why they even whisper, It always hears.
It may be silent to their judgement but It…She can hear them, You.