i sit alone in a corner.
acting like im not sitting alone for a reason,
pretending like i have homework to do,
like i need to be alone for some reason or another.
people walk by,
look at me then see how ugly i am and look away.
days become weeks and they still stare.
yet as quickly as they look upon me,
they still look away.
i ponder this.
i come home,
go to my room "the hole".
stare at the ceiling for an hour or so
praying that maybe Johan, or Stacey might call,
just to say hello.
and im still waiting for that phone call.
maybe they died?
forgot to wakeup?
or maybe im in some Groundhog Day dream?