Hey, can I sit with 

you guys?

No, the loser table is 

that way. Sorry.

do you

like to know

that after i've 

walked away

after my head

has been held high

my grin starts 

to fade and 

my shoulders

start to droop

and my eyes

fall

to the floor

as tears cascade

i can't take 

this anymore

what makes 

you feel like royalty

the friends that 

TAP-HEART-TO

LIKE-IMAGE

your selfies

the admirers wistfully

eyeing you as if they'd

kill

to be 

in that empty

chair next to you

feeling just as

powerful

instead of hiding

like me

when you're all

alone

do you feel

satisfied

does your selfish

mind ever wander

back to the words

tossed with careful

hate

at the invisible girl

whose tears

stain her jacket

tan and faded

whose lips

tremble to hold 

back a sob

whose heart 

slowly breaks as

she turns and

walks 

away

did you want to see me broken?