Who is that kid in the back of the room, the kid who is all alone I assume.

The kid who doesn't get that good of grades, the kid that writes stories instead of plays.

The kid who is always picked to be last, the kid who really run quite as fast.

The kid who always just sits and wonders, the kid who is falling under.

The kid who is never looking quite as good, the kid who hides under a hood.

The kid who is always never laughing, the kid who just wants to be passing.

Is it that kid in the back of the room, the kid who doesn't have friends I assume.

A/N: So I was looking through some old papers and I stumbled on this poem that I had written a couple years back, and I thought it would be cool to put it up here. Hope u enjoyed! Keep kool my pack and read on!