The contemplation of a highschool loner

Lunch time in wilsonville high

Sitting here

All by myself

Im the new kid in school

 

people walk by with there friends

somthing i am not good at making

to me there are four types of people

 

There are ones that ingore

ones that glare

the wavers

and the creepy ones that say hi

 

its my senior year

my third highschool

and the thirteenth time ive moved

 

Homecoming dances

Football games

Yearbook and prom

 

Things i will never do

 

so as i sit here

i relize there are not four

but five types of people

 

Because I am here too