The chatter among the peers of his clique
Quickly blended to form an annoying roar in the back of his mind.
Looking across the room from his salad bowl,
He sees a smile set above a golden pizza slice.
His comment to the current conversation is rejected and he
Grins in acquiesce, trying to hide his dejected face below the mask.
A mask of illusions.
Hanging as part of the crew, he finds his life complete; perfect.
Seeing the slight drizzle from out the cafeteria window
He couldn't be happier.
Simply because he's
Hangin' with his pals.
Author notes
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
A contest entry
- Random Beats Predictable by J.P.Troy.
600 points, ended October 22, 2007, 16 entries
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