Tears of an Acquaintance
She sits on the floor by her locker,
Pretending to have her nose in a book.
Though she doesn't fool those who love her,
To them it is only a look.
I never stop, I never say anything,
Seemingly ignoring her I walk on by;
Each time I notice a different friend stopping
as I watch from the peripheral of my eye.
I walk past the girl by her locker,
A day later she is in the same spot.
No matter how bad I feel I walk by her,
As her friend appears; my presence a dot.
I want to do something to help her,
To me she has been nothing but nice.
I hope for her troubles to be over,
And for a friend to give her some advice.