I walk down the crowded hallway,
arms cold, I forgot my sweatshirt in my last class.
I see her.
Loitering outside her classroom,
giggling with a group of boys.
All she does is look at me.
"Who do you think you're fooling?
her eyes ask.
"No one actually likes you.
He just dates you because it's easier
than being alone and sounds better
to have a girlfriend.
She's just your friend because
she feels obligated,
because you were her friend
when others left her.
You are and always will be the
weird, unwanted, unloved
freak."

And I believe her.