I Can Hear You

November 16, 2012
I hear my name so I listen
to hushed voices.
Their hollow words sting.
My stomach shudders.
Friends' painted faces
steal glances in my direction.
Hesitantly I continue to the table,
the girls hastily turn away
avoiding the truth in my glossy eyes
and the gossip game continues.

Surrounded by contrived friends,
I sit alone.

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