hidden beneath the contemptuous blubber
ears muffledto calls of "delilah"s they yelled
the trees the benches ,the symbols, the paperplanes ,alphs betas .....
and you
i see them all
the trees you look at when you are  irritated; through the stained windows of politics class
the bench you sit on with an obtuse misty veil over your eyes
the symbols you drew on the chem text book
halo of nihilistic delusions you wear

i wonder who see through your rock hard pretenses
wonder who will catch you be the the pearl

(hope u will make this the proem to ur story)