You laugh and walk with your friends,

as you pass me in the hallway.

Do you even see me?

No, I am invisible to you.

I am now bitter.

I see your happy, sparkling faces and I feel remorse.

I think of how glad I am that I am not friends with such shallow people.

But then…

-as your steps fade away-

I feel a small pang of jealousy,

-and I wonder-

I wonder why I never experienced such numb, blissful folly.