I've been walking around these halls
For way to long.
I look through the glass
In to the class.
I see them. I always see them,
They're sitting with their backs to me.
Well, what else is new?
I see them talking' smiling,
Throwing happy faces at each other.
I feel the tears you know?
I'm not made of ice…
But I am very strong,
Or so they all think…
So I sniff and blink,
And take all my tears back.
I lift my head and start walking away,
A take a step, and take a sigh.
I look back and let out my breath.
I walk out, the sun hits my face,
I start walking down the full streets,
My freckles are happy.
I look great.
A tear falls, no one sees.
I keep on walking,
That's what I do best.
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