Shmegegge

Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everybody worships Santa!

I sit alone,

and wonder.

I did something wrong,

was it my look?

Or the charms

of the other girl?

I sit alone,

and think.

Am I losing it?

The passion

I pumped through my veins?

I saw eyes,

webs,

of complex

pain.

I see a girl,

who is getting back at me.

I see a boy,

plotting against me.

I see a teacher,

thinking I've changed.

I see a mirror,

and can't find the truth.