The girl beside me dozing off, the teacher in her monotone voice
I have been here for not very long but I can already feel the roots of my hair graying
The lines around my mouth, next to my eyes and all throughout my forehead already forming
Behind me a boy is scribbling out the last of his homework, he is the only one moving
The rest of us are statues from the same renaissance the teacher is droning on about
We pose now so that people in a few thousand years can come and point
Talking about what once was

They will think they know everything that happened
But they won’t
They won’t know about that boy and his handsome face and how all the girls would swoon over him
They won’t know about the two girls who got up the courage to walk hand in hand down the hall
They will never know the pain of the ones who went unheard

The ones who went unheard sit in silence
They have given up on speaking long ago when no one cared to listen
They roam the halls is shells of the person they once where

The two girls with so much courage where bullied for what they did
They claim that the act of holding was some joke,
Deep down they can feel a piece of themselves break off as they say this lie

The boy with the handsome face is labeled as some stupid jock
No one cares to see how intelligent he really is
They don’t care that he gets straight A’s but rather that he can shoot a ball through a net

They come from different walks of life
But are united as one