The Observer

I sit in the classroom,
Quietly, thinking,
Everyone was talking,
Daydreming, blinking.

They looked so confused,
Like little deer,
Caught in headlights,
Even though it was clear.

The boy with the long shirt,
To cover his scars.
The popular girl who's dad
Doesn't love her but cars.

The geek with the broken trainers
Who works for his family.
And the jock, his sisters got cancer,
Yes, little Amalie.

I sit in the classroom,
Watching a couple feel fervor,
Speaking when needed,
But I'm more of an observer.