Here I sit at the back of the room,
A crowd of people before me chortle and bond.
And I am here alone.
At the front of the room there sits they.
A friend who ran away,one whom I lost (and with good reason, too, may I add),
One whose smile is a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds on a grey Autumn’s day.
Another a bitch who is one of the cruellest devils I have had the displeasure of meeting.
A boy who I don’t really know from within but only upon his surface,
The smile and the occasional polite Hi in the school corridors.
Another girl that radiates tranquillity and happiness within a spiritual bliss.
And then there is another boy,
Probably my closest friend, the only one who would not run (for now, at least).
Yet, I am back here.
Sitting here abandoned.
I am a secluded dark island,
Drowned in by an ocean of happiness but I am unable to feel the joy.
I feel despair and a never ending Winter’s darkness.
I am with no one.
I am nobody here,
Here, at the back of the room.