That stupid fat blank face.
Seeing nothing when I look in those eyes.
Feeling rage when I look her way.
Wanting to scream and kick, but it won't do anything.
I am nothing, it doesn't mean anything, nothing I do will matter and shouldn't.
Calm is what I present, but inside it's scratching and tearing at me.
Fleaing away to not feel her eyes on me.
Hurt more than anger and sad more than jealous.
Continuing to move forward.