I walk down the corridor
Not stopping
Not looking
Afraid to catch your eye.

Sometimes you glare
Not kind
Not yielding
Ripping me apart.

Sometimes you ignore
Not looking
Not smiling
For your old friend.

Sometimes you smile
Not happy
Not joyous
With eyes of steel.

I felt as if
Nothing
In this world
Will ever change.

I wonder why
What wrought
This change
In the way you feel?

Your new friends
They giggle
They gossip
About me

You join in
Not guilty
Not awkward
Telling my secrets

I walk down the corridor
Not smiling
Not laughing
Always alone.

I walk down the corridor
Pretending
As always
I have somewhere to be.

I walk down the corridor
No one
Will ever care
About me.

AN: This is getting sad. I wrote this five minutes ago, and I'm already
posting. Before you ask, no, I don't have a life.

AN: I'm still looking for a beta.. Anyone interested? But no more poems for
a while now, I'm going to away to FRANCE! WHO HO! Not coming back
for two whole weeks :p YAY!