This is the new kid poem.

Because I’m the “new kid.”

But I don’t want to be.

I don’t even want to be here,

but I am.

(Just five more minutes.)

The clock is so slow.

I should have stayed home.

(Why did I even go?)

There they say again,

“There’s a new kid.”

Yep, I’m him, standing against the wall

hoping to blend in.

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I don’t want to be noticed.

(I don’t want your special attention.)

I’d die for just some friends to stand with

(somewhere to belong).

But it’s overly obvious.

(I don’t belong.)

I just stare at the clock.

(How can five minutes take so long?)

I’m the new kid.

But I don’t want to be.

I don’t even want to be here.

(But, I still am.)

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