Walking the Halls

And this is the way I walk The hallow faces of the student shells. They were once human, just as I. The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats We are all locked in, by our own free will. We are all in a state of anguish. The hallow faces of the student shells. The boy beside me,who strides with confidence Only to hide his evident uncertainty The perky sundress with hot pink heels Strutting, to out run her insecurities To get to class To get the grade To understand Then what? But I hush, don't utter such things Walking these silent halls. Watching. The hallow faces of the student shells. Because, although we know not where we go, We walk them anyway.