Foe Bee Uh..?

The crowds and stares.
The crowds on stairs.
Laughing and joking.
A quick meet and greet.
High fives expolding.
Curses will fleet.

It seems like heaven.
Friendships and all.
Only a cowardly girl.
Who doesn't stand so tall.
Her back is hunched.
Her cardigan tight.
She is obviously shown.
But kicked out of sight.

The crowds and stares.
The crowds on stairs.
Rooms and rooms, textbooks of all sorts.
Work harder, work longer.
Time doesn't fly by.
When lunch gets around.
The girl wants to cry.

Not a soul was mean.
Not one foul word.
Could it be their pleasure hurting the girl?
Jealousy and anguish?
No, no it can't be.
So is it the stress of the textbooks?
The ungodly amount?
Sitting on the edge of the bench.
Picking at food.
Only three more hours.

Hiking up, across and down.
Between the b-wing and the 12th hall.
Through the uppers who intimidate.
Past the youngers who grown acustom.
But not this girl, with the rose in her hair.
Stress squeezes through the final hours.
From inequalities to world history, language and biology.
She's been to Paris, Rome, London to all.
Not leaving the steps, where the boys and girls call.

The crowds and stares.
The crowds on stairs.
I wish they didn't hurt me.
Couldn't they shut up?
Why did she have to laugh?
Why do they get it so easily?
I want to drop all my thoughts.
Run to the bathroom.
I wanna return from my places.
A nice warm bed.

I close my eyes throught the crowds and stares.
Silently cry.
Watching the crowds on stairs