New faces. <br />They flock into here <br />as if migrating <br />towards a greater good. <br />Their calling is caffeine <br />to help them <br />to function. <br />To write their essays <br />and solve their math problems. <br />It's only a facade. <br />I can see right through <br />them all. <br />Each and every one of them <br />comes here to be accepted. <br />They want to think that they're 'cool'. <br />They want to think that they've succeeded <br />at being mature. <br />Drinking coffee <br />or sitting in a cafe for hours <br />doesn't make you an adult. <br />Stop trying to talk to people. <br />They look less than interested. <br />Your tube top doesn't accentuate <br />you're budding breasts. <br />Your jogging suit <br />doesn't make you look like you care. <br />Straighten your hair <br />and reapply your lipstick. <br /> <br />You didn't even get coffee, did you? <br />Your smoothie doesn't make you look <br />in the least bit <br />health conscious. <br />You're at a coffee shop. <br />Drink fucking coffee. <br />Don't look in my direction <br />as if I'm writing about you. <br />I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. <br /> <br />Damn. <br />Nevermind. <br />Maybe I'm a pawn myself.<br /><br />Samantha Bursich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pawns-and-princesses/
