Yesterday my best friend was taken away,

Today, he is afraid to come out and play.

He came back shivering, crying aloud,

The principal told him he was proud.

His eyes are glazed, he sits alone,

Not even moving, still as a stone.

He watches the others as they fool around,

Afraid to even make a sound.

Nobody knows what happened to him,

Only that his bright face seems to be dim.

When the teacher walks by, he seems to shrink,

In his thoughts, deeper he sinks.


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