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.