Try picturing a boy sitting all alone,

In a crowded lunchroom in his high school

He feels all alone, like no one loves him

He takes his lunch and goes to the bathroom

When he gets there, he goes into a stall,

He sits on the seat and begins to weep,

What happened to the boy he used to be,

He was so funny and so popular.

Hearing the doors open, his name is called,

The boys that he used to be so closed to,

Calling for him to come out of the stall.

What if it is a trick and they don’t care?

He opens the door to see all the boys,

They come up to hug him and say sorry.