This may or may not have a second part, we'll have to see.
TwoFaced
Pt. 1
I wrinkle my nose with contempt as he walks into the room, a waste of precious air. And who does he think he is? Sitting around, acting as if nothing happened, as if it didn't matter. But I'm over it, definitely, it's in the past. He's the one who can't get over himself! I look down upon him with utter disdain. Then I see it, in his eyes. A look you reserve for shady people in the streets. The one you give to a dog you suspect to be rabid. I see that wary untrusting look in his eyes, and my face crumbles. My superior attitude crashes to earth, as it hits me. You can't be better than someone when they see you as a freak. What joy can you get from an expression that tells you you need to be locked away? I can't stand to look, to see anymore. And as I close myself off from the rest of the room, I glance up one last time, to see that I am no longer even worthy of his attention.
