People think I’m weird.

People who know me, anyway.

It’s because of my slouched back

My long scraggly hair

and the worn denim jacket.

I eat lunch alone.

I don’t really like people.

Conversation is awkward.

I have better things to do than talk to people,

and people have better things to do than talk to me.

I eat lunch alone.

It’s the cold side of people that doesn’t care

That worships the fortunate and banishes the not

That leaves me here to sit and cry.

I eat lunch alone.