Long Walk Of Shame

The long walk of shame, all alone,
Feet pushing off the cement made of cold stone.
Walking through the hall, unfamiliar people around,
People snicker and glare, but I just look at the ground.

This is the long walk of shame,
People throw things, and yell out your name.
Cookies and papers, even water bottles thrown,
As I fall to the cement made of the stone.

This is the long walk of pity, or hate,
People always judge, but I'd like to debate-
You don't know me, you just see me walk,
As all of you cackle and talk.

The long walk of shame, feet on the ground,
The cement is my friend, the only I've found.
The long walk of shame will no long be,
For pride I can feel deep inside of me.