There is a boy in English who doesn't believe in things

He sits beside me and looks for Waldo,

Sometimes he looks for me

He does not believe in learning

 

He comes in on Cloud Nine, most days.

He sits beside me and sees things that aren't there,

I do not think he sees me

He does not believe in reality

 

He listens to the music I like

He sits beside me and we talk about songs 

I wish he was always this way

He does not believe in sober days

 

He came and told me stories 

He sits beside me and I pretend its okay

His arms have scars

He does not believe in himself

 

He makes us laugh on his darkest days

He sits beside me and I wonder for how long

There is a boy in English who doesn't believe in things,

But I believe in him.