Her face went red,
instead of it's normal paleness like bread,
as she stood inbetween a group,
who stole her pride; she was petrified.
Instead of support, jibes came out from those who watched.
Fingers were pointing like the arms of a clock.
Tears were forming,
as well as her fears.
She ran away, past others, past the crowds of people as they chatted.
Past a concerned boy and girl,
Why the others ignored her like a shadow,
but praised her flaws and differences...