by Profe Steve
Lunchroom battle zone, Invisible lines are drawn Between the tables.
Cool kids congregate Laughing at all the others Who don't measure up.
Loners unseen wait For anyone to notice Eyes buried in books.
Geeks and freaks discuss Books, Star Wars, and Dr Who, Other nerdy stuff.
Couples holding hands Hope the monitors don't see Lost in private worlds.
They sit divided Each thinking they don't matter Long for acceptance.
It's hard to be young And feel so alone in the Lunchroom battle zone.