t'night is in the palm of your hand.

A Poem by Summer

be'in the nobody in a school full of somebodies.
you gotta wonder how it feels to be him.
he walks alone in the halls,
no one payin' him much attention.

you see his face; he might be happy.
or maybe he's hidin' somethin' deeper.
because if you ain't got nobody to talk to,
you're gonna be lonely too, fool.

just as you try to talk to him,
he hides, afraid of the limelight.
he's been shunned too much,
for people to give him recognition now.

one day at school,
you don't see him.
you wonder briefly,
thinking he might be just sick.

he's not there the next day...
nor the next.
you feel like he might be really sick.
but do you really care?

he's not there continuously.
you start to really worry then.
you ask around; nobody knows him.
do you think they care either?

you go ask the principal,
thinking you might pay him a visit.
he says "sorry, i can't help you..
because he has died."

you feel a loss, but you don't know why.
they never announced him dead.
you think, "how rude and absurd of them."
but when did you start to care?

you go home that night,
tell your parents.
they feel bad for him,
but can't do nothin'.

you go to bed that night,
thinkin' about that boy..
and that's when you realize,
that you've fallen in love with him.