you sit and subtly stare at me from the corner of your eye.

you look in disgust.

as if I should care.

that you are everything I am not.

you sit and laugh in your designer jeans.

with the popular girls you sit and trivialize drugs and sex.

you wear your personality like that pink half-shirt on your back.

another ornament in the shiny hollowness of this room.

the heavy emptiness hangs in my head.

I sit alone at this table.

you look away and chuckle to the girl next to you.

you know she's not your friend,

but you sure look good sitting next to her -

you regurgitate your weekend.

... smoke ... drink ... sex ...

as if this sets you higher in social status.

and you know what ???

it does.

you threaten to beat up someone's cousin if they call your boyfriend again.

your life is so exciting.

so fulfilled.

so plastic.

I sit and subtly stare at you from the corner of my eye.

I look in disgust.

as if you should care.