This is it. I find myself here.
I look at the door.
I see people outside in the lawns.
I watch them giggle, laugh, talk
They pass time while others are friends forever
I am here in this empty classroom which is not so empty.
This is me, wanting to be alone and not wanting to be lonely.
Maybe This would change. Maybe someday, when I would look at the door,
I would see someone smiling at me.
Maybe someone would love me too. Maybe someday I will have a friend too.
Till then it’s me here. Looking at the beam of sunlight that is enough to spark hope in me.
After all, this class room is not so empty.