No Title:D

Sitting all alone,
Surrounded by tones,
so loud and drawn,
in a new class,
with all her friends she sat,
feeling so excluded,
no one cares,
not a movement of a pen,
to wonder about the mind,
that wonders around within,
feels alone inside,
Depression can also hide,
poetry so dark,
she wonders how to start,
Happiness and sound,
of a heart safe and sound,
people begin to crowd,
to see the lonely clown,
buried deep in a circus,
of death and defeat,
the crazy watchers,
could save the clown,
but do they really want her around?