The Passerby

Just keep walking
Don’t stop, just go
Whatever you do, don't start talking
It's not you they want to know

They want to know where you’ve been
What you’ve seen and what you’ve said
They’ll know nothing past a beaming grin
Save the crying for your bed

Finally, class has begun
After this hour, I'll run out the room
To save myself from everyone
And their power that looms

In the hallways, in the park,
In the classrooms and passed the doors
There is my refuge from their titles and marks
Safe from the gossip of the outdoors

Another day another dollar
If only that were true
For if I were payed for wearing a dog collar
I wouldn't live amongst these vile crews

But still, I sit in my desk
Like I have before
I look around, the rest are grotesque
But these five seem to adore

Each other, not for their looks
In fact, they're each different; none alike
Neither one seems like a crook
If an outsider threatened, they would surely strike

None of them are related
Though, they act like siblings
Around them, people are hated
But these five are loving

This, I am curious
This must be an illusion
They are never furious
For this, I have to find a conclusion

To be continued