Ghost of the hallways

Imagine this boy that walks the hallways like a ghost all alone. He has no friends, just his backpack wrapped around his  shoulders looking down to the floor when someone passes him cause he’s scared to look them in the eyes even though he knows that they wont  look back. Imagine him sitting at the lunch table eating his sandwiches, looking at his knees. It’s like he reserved the whole table, cause no one is sitting there. Everyone else is minding their own business talking to their friends about some cool stuff that happened or playing some kind of card game. This boy I talk about just stares down until he stands up and walks to the exit, and no one even looked, or no one even wondered why he’s there all alone. I don’t even know what his voice sounds like.
Maybe he doesn't like company? Or maybe he just had a bad day and that’s why he didn't like to be in company of others? Or maybe.. just maybe.. he’s scared.
You see, some people have this natural strength and bravery to walk up to others and talk to them. To smile when they pass by or to randomly talk to the ones around them, but some people don’t have this strength, this bravery. Because it is taken from them or they never were fortunate enough of having it at all. And then what? What if you lack that strength? Some may answer that he shouldn't be pathetic about it and just get off his ass. Others may answer that it’s all his fault. Cause that’s who we are, aren't we? We all believe that it’s a one man’s battle against life. That you have to make it on your own or otherwise crumble in your own footsteps. It’s easy fighting with swords, but have you ever tried fighting bare knuckle  This boy fights with bare knuckles against life every single day. He fights cause no one has ever handed him a sword, a shield, an armour  No one has ever provided him with hope and belief that he can beat life, because no one has ever bothered to see him. Who knows how brave he can be or how strong he really is? He might be the bravest kid around there? How are we expecting him to do all the things that we do, when he’s never given the chance, that little push in the back we all got? The belief of not just ourselves, but of others that provides us with the confidence, the hope you can read in the eyes of others, that you matter, and they wish for you to be there. To be seen in the hallways and to look back.
It is easy to expect things from others, but is it easy to do them yourself?
We all want to be seen, we all wish to be hoped for, to be believed in.
Why is it so hard to do that for others?
This world might even be a better place for all of us.