Why am I here? I ask myself constantly
All of this superficiality is slowly consuming me
Caught up in the hair and the nails,
But blind to the fact that that is a living hell
They sit back and they laugh at something on their Iphones
But I simply sit back and watch and stay in my android zone.
 So why am I here? I ask myself once more
As I watch them walk into a very expensive store
Knowing that I don't wear Gucci and Calvin Klein
I sit back to myself with my own humble mind
Why am I here? I ask myself while I'm sitting alone
I don't even really know, so I guess I'll go home

                                  ~Leilah E. Isaacs