Am I caged?
Destined to hide in the shadows
Of the school corridors?
To never show my face in front of you,
And clear the path when you come through?

Am I blocked?
Doomed to lurk when you come round
In the immense school playground?
Is there an invisible barrier there
To stop me from getting close to you?

Am I locked?
To only be able to see in form
And yet don’t talk to you there?
Why can’t you come and talk,
Is there something off about me?

I guess I’m not destined for this.