Lone Wolf Poem by Kelly Jacobson

Prowling around the halls
all by myself.
People staring
pointing
giggling
as I pass them in the halls

How can people be so cruel
for letting someone cry for help?

Do they want to be popular?
Are they sick in the head?
When they pick on someone
can they sleep in thier beds?

That's not ever going to be me
If I ever reach the top.
'Cause I know how it feels
to be the center of humiliation

Even I have friends
but
I will allways feel like a
Lone Wolf