My locker is by a
drinking fountain
Jocks come by to get a drink
They say nothing
But I feel
the laughter they hold inside
The cheerleaders smile
A knowing smile
"Yes, we are better than you"
And how did that girl know
who I was?
Is she laughing inside?
What did she say after I left?
What does she think of me?
What does everyone think of me?
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