He stumbles in the hallways

His shoes tippy-tapping

Nobody seems to notice him

Especially those that are yapping

Some stare and give him evil looks

But he's used to it by now

He takes the abuse and punches

Because he doesn't like to row

He is never noticed

And no one knows his name

They just make him cry a lot

As though it is a game

He makes sure no one sees him

When he's afraid or when he cries

Yet no one seems to care

About what he hides inside.