Alone At Lunch
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He smiles at inanimate objects,
    and prays that they’ll spare him humiliation and pain.
Why do we hate our own, and single out the weak?
No brotherly love at these tables, it’s ice cold in these halls.
Here in this place of teen angst,
    we’ll hate until our world is painted in darkness.
Throwing words of pain to cover up our insecurities.
We’ll play this game in hopes that we won’t be the weakest player,
    the boy who walks in a crowd,
    but stands alone in this school of emotional pain.