Millions of friends,
All hoping to see you,
You jump to group after group,
Of different cliques with ease,
As if this was the most easiest thing in the world to you.
You talk to everyone,
Smile at everyone who looks your way...
Everyone except me, of course.
You ignore me,
Pass by me without so much as a glance in my direction,
And later you have the nerve to ask me,
Why I'm so mad at you.
You have the nerve to ask me,
Why I give you the cold shoulder and why,
I won't even look you in the eye.
Well, Mr. Popular,
How would you feel if you were the one being ignored?
How would you feel if the one person who matters the most to you,
Wouldn't even so much as glance your way?
