Bed of Proses.

xxxvi.

The Boy At The Far End Seat

Everyone's talking,
Everyone's chatting,
Except for me,
The boy at the far end seat,
Everyone are smiling,
Everyone are laughing,
At the far end seat,
There's only me.

I'm not an introvert,
Or a gross looking weirdo,
I'm just a stranger,
Invisible for others,
A living shadow,
Unknown for others,
But someday they'll notice me,
And they would start talking with me,
Chat with me,
Smile with me,
And that day - they won't let me,
To be the boy at the far end seat.