I walk through school,

No one really talks to me,

Sometimes they say mean things behind my back.

Friends I once had,

Hardly talk to me,

And I sit here thinking,

Do they know how to be alone?

I understand it,

I am alone, yet no one sees it,

Because I'm popular,

I never asked to be,

Everyone knows me,

I barely know them,

And here I wonder,

Do they know how to be alone?

Have they been lonely,

Have all they had,

Was their imaginations to busy them,

Did their mind wander,

They don't understand me,

I speak mainly little,

But I tend to speak nonsense,

If I talk too long,

To understand me,

Is to understand being alone

And how to wander one's mind