Names

A Poem by Eagergreen

Don't go nameless comment on this poem

The perfect girl
walks down the hall
I watch her casually
then I see in her hands
her boyfriend's balls
she must've found them

The perfect guy
stands looking at them
confused and befuddled
they had been gone
for two years
we all guessed in her purse

The emo boy
looks at me
then at them
and back at me again
we share the same thought
a pitiful thought

The gossipy girl
walks over with
unimportant news
that the two
are done now
and perfect girl was cheating

The nerdy girl
kisses perfect girl
emo boy looks at me again
in shock as to what's happening
I smile
and look beside me

At the gay guy
he gives me a crooked grin
then grabs my hand
we walk down the hall
past lipstick lesbian
and he kisses me before I go to class

Because in high school
none of us have names
we all are called a stereotype
then add a distinctive feature
and that's your name
next well get numbers and jumpsuits