Him

He’ll sit and laugh, be part of the group. For he is a valid member. But I look at him, and then I weep. My heart skips a beat, The pain so deep. The girl next to him...They are both in love. But her mind is far from pure. I see his eyes, sparkle and shine. A tingle down my spine. He should be mine, why isn’t he mine? I cannot say, to anyone else, That he is the one I love. But to myself I have admitted it so. But where will it go? No-one shall know. I know for sure he doesn’t feel, The empathy I feel for him. If I let him know, I’ll be ostracised, Criticised Bastardised Chastised Antagonised Barbarised Brutalised