Mostly what plagues my mind…”Berries and cream, berries and cream, I’m a little lad who loves berries and cream.” (Opera voice) “berries and cream, berries and cream i’m a little lad who loves berrieeeeees and creeeaaam!” I hate sitting alone at lunch, but my friends they keep talking only to eachother. I have little to say and they are like sisters. In a way I like being alone, it’s relaxing sitting outside instead of a crowded caffeteria. The only thing I have to deal with, is being stared at by a table of people. Not that I don’t mind though…but you. Their your friends and they keep giving me a look that says,’we know something that you don’t.’ I glanced once and saw you, so now it’s harder to enjoy lunch. I bet you hate me, can’t blame you though. Because I’m just too confusing I bet. I’m just a person, lost and confused with nothing to lose. Sitting at lunch, and I’m taking a hunch. That if we would speak. I wouldn’t be so weak. Im sure I heard a friend of yours say, to talk to me and heard you reply as you do. With that same question, which answers the question. Without it being illusion, say in a nervous voice, with a hint of happiness? I’m not quite sure, but you said, “what.” We all know you made an excuse. Now everyday I always look away, I don’t glance or sneak a peek. But I hope that maybe with a bit of hope, that I’m not loathed. La la la la la la