Nothing but a face

May not be pretty, may not be hot, but you look at me and all you see staring back is a face, nothing more nothing less. You see me in the hallway, there one second and gone the next, do you even know that i passed you by? More immportantly do you even care and some kid that you mean the world too just walked by and didn't say anything because everytime he does he looks like a chump? No you don't care, otherwise i wouldn't be the one looking like the chump, it would be you, because you want to be something to me as much as i want to you. My worth is nothing to you and i hate it! But thats life i suppose. Another thing tho, it's kinda funny that now that same sickness you leech to me everytime you send your malevolent gaze my way, whenever you give me that look of disgust, of inferiorty, is starting to have an effect. If it was your goal to kill what i am, then hell you won, i am nothing to you, i am just a face. The other day when i had the will and the gaul to leave my dream world, get up and look into the mirror for i had not seen myself since i fell from ur graces. From the depths of the mirror, corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never EVER left me. That horrible, hidious, dead...face.