The laughter of the group filled the silence,

A noise so loud not held by any sort of abstinence.

You could smell the bond tearing up the bodies,

Everyone couldn’t stop staring,

Jealousy, anger, loneliness filled up their hearts.

The fragrances of the girls noticed by every guy,

A competition that never dies.

I could breath the joy of their souls,

We were all playing our roles.

The jocker, the listener, the popular, and me,

The difference was that I wasn’t with them.

I was the observer, the one that never talks,

The one that always sit and observe a life shell never get.