To be like everyone else,
To laugh at the same jokes,
To walk down the same roads,
To feel the same sun.
Sadness...
I feel it as I realize I am not like them,
I am not popular,
I do not even fit their standards,
Some do not even know I exist.
Alone...
That is the only feeling I know,
As shadows embrace me,
And I watch others go by,
I wish life were different...but it's not.
Kimberly Davis
Wilson Middle School
Nominated by eighth grade teacher Dorothy Harris
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