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Alone
I’m one lonely tree,
In one lonely field,
Sitting at lunch by myself.
Why am I not liked?
Why aren’t I accepted?
The pretty girls in one corner,
The footballers on another side.
Where do I fall?
Where do I stand?
In this brutal caste system of High School,
That causes much unwanted segregation
Am I an Untouchable and they Brahmins?
I’m one lonely tree,
In one lonely field,
Maybe I am better than them.
They don’t deserve my acquaintance anyway,
For I am the Bourgeoisie and they the Proletariat.
I strive to rise above,
And because my intellect causes this rise in class,
I am hated!
I am judged!
I am a nerd!
And because I long to intellectually rise above,
And I am forced to be
One lonely tree
In one lonely field.
I’m one lonely tree,
In one lonely field
So where I stand I cannot change,
Without changing myself,
And without a will to conform
I will stay the way I am,
And grow and learn to love being,
A lonely tree on a hill,
With all the space for myself.
I’m one lonely tree,
In one lonely field
When I took the time to
Look
Further ahead,
And I noticed other lonely trees,
In many other lonely fields,
And I noticed I’m not alone,
For they are willing to be friends.
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