You heard about me in the halls, again.
You glance at me with obvious judgement, again.
I don't understand why all those rumours matter, to you.
I don't understand what makes me different, to you.
I heard rumours about you in the halls, today.
That's all they were, to me.
I see you standing there.
I see you holding your books tight to your torso.
I see your eyes glance at mine, getting distracted a couple of times.
Your broad shoulders under your hoodie.
Your darks eyes filled to the brim with tears.
Your body language shying away from the beady eyes of our schoolmates.
I don't think you really played with that girl's heart.
I don't think you really punched that guy just because.
I walk up to you with faux confidence.
All you want is someone to tell you that it's all okay.
I stare at you with undeniable judgement.
"I heard about you in the halls today." And then I walk away.
