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