All around the room I hear conversations swirl
I\'m alone, withdrawn in my shell.
Millions of thoughts lightly brush my lips,
but they never escape.
I feel all alone, and out of place.
Not knowing where I belong in this class,
Usually I am able to connect...maybe those times have passed.
So here I sit with my thoughts while I try to blend in,
with my one comrade who will be with me until the end,
My precious paper and pen.