They walk down the hall

Ice in their eyes towards him

But smiles on their faces

To one another

He sits in the corner alone

With his head in his book

Occasionally he glances at them

He does not like what he sees

His eyes are big and wide

Like a child's on Christmas morn'

But there is no joy in his eyes

Only sorrow

He feels a tear growing in his eye

He wants to let it out

No. He must be strong

And not give them the satisfaction

If he had one wish

He'd wish they'd given him a chance

But chances are hard to come by

Like good friends

They gather round in circles

Talking, laughing, making jokes

They only care for themselves and their friends

But because he is not a friend

Not one of them

No one cares for him.

C P Cremins is a pupil at CBC, Monkstown, Co Dublin