This Picture

This Picture,
On the wall,
Somehow it can tell all,
Friendly faces and freckle covered arms,
Friends and smiles,
Sunny and warm.

Don’t look for me,
Because you can’t see,
The girl in the striped sweater
She’s in the back,
Hiding behind the height of others

In the shadows,
There but not seen.
What’s this thing about community?
The pamphlets lie,
All of them
I am the converse of their common theorem.

Silent and alone
Not Emo,
Nor stoned.
Their judgments are silly
Their glares icy and chilly
Trying to scare me away
Their game isn’t worth play
This picture,
On the wall.