I stand and get the stuff for my next class. I watch you watching her. How your entire body seems to fill with compassion. The twinkle in your eyes. I watch and feel my heart breaking a little more. Second by second. Hundreds of broken peices becomes more. I wish you would look at me with the same compassion. I wish I made your eyes sparkle. I wish I made you smile. But when you look at me, your eyes are black. Your face is cold. Your heart is cold. When you look at me, I'm scared.