So today I don't like you.
It's not because of your plastic smile
Which seems to shine everytime I look at you.
It isn't your glass window pane you constantly
Build between my friends and I.
It isn't the piercing arrows of which you
Rudely throw at me, then tell me I'm mean.
Oh, no, it can't be.
And it most certainly isn't that little bubble you surround yourself with,
Clouded with ignorance, flaunting your Siren song so that you can engulf more people, welcoming them into your clear ball, yet not realizing that your own stubbornness is blinding you from friends you could have and words you can't hear.
I'm not quite sure why,  but today I don't like you,
Perhaps tomorrow I will.
Or not.