Alone At Lunch
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He walks across the crowded room, but somehow stands alone.
Smiling in hopes of covering the pain he feels inside.
He knows, and it’s clear to me, that no one understands him.
Bitter by loneliness and pain, he sits there.
Praying that tomorrow will be a different day.
So misunderstood, and no one cares to spend the time to
    learn what it is that allows this boy to survive.
Wakes up every morning, feeling only animosity and hate.