First day of class,
While everyone's excited,
I feel the dread--
I'm a fragile glass.
New faces,
New crazy friends,
New crushes,
New fashion trends.
I kept my silence,
They took it negatively,
I have a clear conscience,
They thought me unfriendly.
Hey miss misunderstood,
Do you have friends?
All alone from where you stood?
NO, I HAVE SOMEONE TO CALL A FRIEND.
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