They will not talk to her
They do look at her
They wonder who she is and where she comes from
A stranger in her own land
Sometimes a curse and sometimes a boon
She sits quietly with her lunch
Her back to them all
She is tired of the constant gazes and curious eyes she sees
She wants none of it today
Her friends are on leave
Hence she feels the eyes even more
She tries to not think about them
But its easier with company on her hand
They finally guess she’s just alone
They also make a conjecture on her character
Quite the snob they think let her be
We have plenty without her you see
She wishes they would’nt judge her so
That her differences are more of accents and lisps than pride
That she’s just normal and one of them all
But the constant speculation puts her off
She would rather not explain herself anymore
Why must she fight for acceptance with every single soul?
Had she been just the same would they have cared
But now a snob have they her named
So she sits quietly with her back to them
Blocking out the sounds of friendly laughter and cheer
Wishing there was someone she knew
Who would in this vast unfriendly world make her feel at home.
They do look at her
They wonder who she is and where she comes from
A stranger in her own land
Sometimes a curse and sometimes a boon
She sits quietly with her lunch
Her back to them all
She is tired of the constant gazes and curious eyes she sees
She wants none of it today
Her friends are on leave
Hence she feels the eyes even more
She tries to not think about them
But its easier with company on her hand
They finally guess she’s just alone
They also make a conjecture on her character
Quite the snob they think let her be
We have plenty without her you see
She wishes they would’nt judge her so
That her differences are more of accents and lisps than pride
That she’s just normal and one of them all
But the constant speculation puts her off
She would rather not explain herself anymore
Why must she fight for acceptance with every single soul?
Had she been just the same would they have cared
But now a snob have they her named
So she sits quietly with her back to them
Blocking out the sounds of friendly laughter and cheer
Wishing there was someone she knew
Who would in this vast unfriendly world make her feel at home.
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