The doll-like face use to stare at me with
glass eyes, see-through, impenetrable.

Her smile never reached them before it
faded from cheeks frozen in a slight
blush, at a compliment perhaps.

A blonde sweep was brushed aside
and she kept walking, keeping her
heels in check so she could glide
past the masses, stare straight through them.

On the other end of that stare - impaled -
that's where I remember being, school was
summed up in those moments. Socially inept,
working my way around the outcrowd.
I never made it, society left me behind after Summer Ball.

Bullshit.