The Silent Treatment

Standing on the outside.
Looking in...
It hurts...
Nothing but the silent treatment.
Funny how the tables turn...
I walked down the halls with them.
Now I am snubbed by the ones that were my friends.
To what do I owe the pleasure of this pain..
Nothing but my unwillingness to not be me.
I decided against conformity,
Now I am the one lost...
Searching.. staring from the outside in.
The silent treatment.

Standing on the outside
I look in...
I want to know what it is like to be her...
You know the girl that everyone loves.
She is the essance of perfection, or so I am told.
Tried to talk to them..
Silent treatment.
A person doesn't exist outside of thier world.
Sitting in my room... I cry... why can't I be them?

One of "them"
Looking from the inside out.
They think that life is perfection
The attention, the social standing.
I hate it at times... constricted and confounded.
No freedom, everyone is watching.
Even within the group
Silent treatment.
Things not discussed...
Things better left unsaid.
When does it end?

Silent Treatment!