Unfinished

I walk through the halls feeling so small.
New people, new school, no friends.
I see the people I used to know.
Wanting to make amends.

I feel like an outcast, a joke, a bug.
Just wishing for someone to reach out.
I feel so trampled and pushed around.
Feeling to be noticed I'd have to shout.

Last class, last day, of something new,
Before it becomes a routine.
Last call, and so, before I walk in,
I whisper, "someone please."

Shuffle sit down, shuffle sit down.
I've been doing it all day.
Shuffle sit down, shuffle sit down.
It keeps me invisible and sane.

I stay in the back looking down.
Not sure what I should do.
The room fills with a presence, a face,
And suddenly I knew.