diet coke spilled on the
plastic tables and fortune cookies
across the floor. There's
bubbling under my skin
just can't take it anymore.
How do I
fit in here, where the girls
about clothing and how
want to look up (look up)
skirts and the boys only care about
they've gotten (so far).
me sitting at a table with some
but I feel so alone. I'm not like
different. You are the bubbling soda
and I am
the b.r.o.k.e.n. fortune cookie (broken).
want to be near me, because you
(think) I'm like my father, but I'm not.
want to be with me, but you
those fake (candied) smiles at me
You laugh behind my back, you know
I can't hear you, but I can.
stupid, you know. I'm not an idiot, I'm
just….(too) different for you.