i look around i wasn't only one
people faces smile nowhere to find
caring hearts, hands come together
to give them comfort to get over
i pretend i am reading magazine
but my mind i know can not be seen
i missed my lunch i never felt it
suddenly i have colds where did i get
my head is heavy and felt sleepy too
people's eyes stare at me sometime
was all alone so quiet; a mushroom
i wanted to call you; i am not welcome
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