HIDDEN WITHIN THE HALLS

In the halls, there is always a crowd,

But I stand alone.

Is it the way I dress? Or the way I sound?

At least now it is time to go home.

My silence becomes a loud chatter,

And my loneliness diappears.

If only I could graduate faster.

Maybe if you were given the chance

You could see my rare grin,

Or even see me dance;

That would be a win.

The beauty that resides in me

Can only be found if searched for.

If only you can see,

The Beauty found deep within my core.