Making a Friend

Alone in a crowded room,

Searching for someone... anyone,

I feel alone in this classroom,

I see someone with a nice smile,

My hope begins to bloom,

The fear grows with each step,

My heart begins to zoom,

I've arrived and my fears are surrounding me,

I've finally met my doom,

I begin to speak,

Many months later I remember the gloom,

I smile and tell them,

"Thank you"


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