He walks around everyday,
walks the halls, to the class, to the bus day by day,
Looks around for maybe just someone to say hey,
The more he hopes the less he gets and slowly it creeps away,
All throughout the year he has only been thinking of May,
So he can graduate,
He feels all the rage, denied out of place, too tired to chase,
Hoping that everything goes fast so he can start all over again,
To forget that in high school his life just seemed plain,
Pain was the only gain.
So finally the long awaited day comes,
Exited he gets ready, he so happy he runs out of home,
but just as things are better it hits him as hard as a stone,
That this is what he is, that he'll miss walking down the hall,
Seeing those same people everyday, so he goes and breaks down,
For the next couple of days, he just walks like a zombie around,
His face staying down, hoping that when he looks up everything is still there.
So finally the unknown guy figures out that he does belong,
that even if he didn't feel it, he was in all along,
for so much time being so wrong,
He realizes where home... really is.