Lost hand, reaching into the darkness

But left to drown in loneliness.

Searching for another to latch on to,

Hoping and praying for someone to come through.

They walk past in disgust

For to them popularity is a must.

Refusing to take notice of the being,

Not believing and not seeing.

Knowing that you’re not the same

Makes you hang your head in shame.

Feeling the need to tell a teacher,

But they just appear a distant creature.

You want to make them listen; you want to make them hear,

But all your body will let out is a single tear.