On one early time of day
I was wandering around the parking lot
I turned and looked and there she was
Just sitting there on her own
Without a thought of what other people think of her.
She is always alone
Never has a partner for gym
Always picked last for games
She never interacts with the other children
She just stalks the parking lot hunting for a friend.
She acts like an outcast
Even though she doesn't have to
Everyone thinks she chooses to be alone
But I know deep down in my heart
No one wants to be alone.
Maybe she is shy
Or maybe she just feels that she doesn't need a friend
Maybe she is too consumed in her work to have a relationship
She may feel love
But she may not understand it.
You see her staring
She is deep in thought
Wishing to understand the true meaning of 'friend'
Dreaming that one day someone will accept her for the way she is
To treat her, to hug her, to love her.
She is an outcast
But she might not know it
How does anyone know if they are one or not?
There is something that we can all do
And that's to love.