I Scorn Those Uniforms

those eyes condemn my failed existence,
the indifference address my naked shame

i am no more than one who had, pathetically,
fallen off what they call mainstream education

the complaints of students in JC uniforms ring-
shrill like a bell, taunting my position

the high ponytails, their confident gaits
as though from another world i watch them-
lead lives of forced diets and just too many
love triangles, made complicated

i scorn, but how i wish!

to chase my youth as they do, through
countless, mindless ramblings

the uniforms eat up my insides like a hungry animal

sour grapes, envy, jealousy
i watch, like Carrie, as Snell leads the perfect life

& wonder, for a moment the possibility
of creating that much destruction?