In the morning,
All is too loud
Small groups gathered
All around
Isolated in the crowded folds
Listening to stories told
Unnoticed up against the wall
As I stand alone in the hall

In the morning,
My stomach growls
A hungry tune
As people passs
With plates of food
But I shall not partake
Lactose intolerance
Stands in my wake

In the morning,
People glance my way
Passing by without
Chancing a second
Look my way
They say I seem odd
I doubt they realize I overhead

Because, in the morning,
Though the world continues
It's melancholy turn
And the sun remains in the sky
I am marked as invisible
Not quite meant to fit in
Left to listen in the sly
Hidden in my treacherous skin