Weary [PJM]

-im

hanging out with my friends at the school field,

i saw you.

by the looks of your fuzzy hair,

skinny body,

and bags below your eyes,

you look pathetic.

as you sat on a bench,

you are reading a book,

hiding from reality.

behind that tree,

i see you there,

all alone,

and truly unhappy.

i want to walk towards you,

to make you smile,

but who are you anyway?

[a/n lowercase intended]