having left over dinner
in the cafeteria
alone
this doesn't faze me (okay maybe a little)
i've been here many times
at various stages in life
i know that this is forward motion
even if it feels, looks, and tastes like loneliness
i can overhear young people
talking about their young troubles
cellphones, boys, random subject class assignment
spirited monologues about the night before or the drama at so-and-s0's party
could be only one person talking for all i know
i try to participate in socializing
at least try to look up
and smile (a dead giveaway of the alone)
i don't "belong" here
i don't fit in
but i'll endure it because art study is my life blood!
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