Thursday, 30 October 2014
She stood in her school corridor,
She stood in her school uniform,
All worn out.
She had been wandering around throughout the day,
Bunked all her classes,
Didn’t speak to anyone.
Missed all her work,
Didn’t ask anyone.
It was all monotonous.
Every day she would go to school,
Give her attendance
Then go break the rule.
She was a good actor,
She made us into fools
Acting about how she wasn’t surrounded by a pool.
By a pool of her own tears,
Consisting of sorrows and pains
That she never really shared.
What she didn’t realise was that we could see right through her act,
And that we would obviously react.
So that day we made a pact
To restore her happiness, make an impact.