Alone

Alone,

She walks down the hall,

Seeing all the groups standing,

She feels as if she is unwanted,

Walking up to some people,

As they turn and walk away,

She runs to find the bathroom,

As tears rush down her face,

She feels like she will never be accepted,

Alone.

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Becca Taylor's picture

Hey, I know how it feels to not be accepted. Great poem.