Fitting In
I walk into the school,
and start to look around.
And as I scan the faces,
I cannot help but frown.
There's the group of pretty girls,
slim, and tall, and chic.
And there are all the upbeat people,
who are never shy or meek.
And then there are the confident ones,
who love the way they are.
And there are also the wealthy ones,
who have much more by far.
And now I wonder where I fit,
where's my place among the pack?
And then a spot stands out to me,
the lone chair in the back.
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