Things she claims to hate.
She takes to heart
And it adds a drop to her glass
Every word shot out of crooked mouths
And engulfed in dark cruelty
Drips down the side of her weightless glass
But I wonder what would happen
If they stopped.
I wonder if she would, too.

The glances in the halls
The whoops and hollers echoing back and back
Every lingering eye validates his persona
This character molded by malicious smiles
He wordlessly begs for a laugh or a smile
Filling a river he keeps running dry on
But it is a plastic cup bailing out a sinking cruise ship
Let's hope he graduates before he drowns