Happy Flying, but Walking When Crying
Just the girl in the hallso insignificant
so very small
Hugging her books to her chest
just trying to forget the rest
staying close to the wall
not wanting to be a pest
Simply hiding in the back of her mind
hoping a passerby might find
The beauty and ecstasy of her kind
Her friends could never know
so she shall never show
how she cowers away, afraid of a critical blow
And she patiently waits
for an unknown fate
even when it seems too much
and she can't concentrate
Many moments will go by
Many cliché tears she will cry
until the day someone will help her fly
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