I see your faces as I walk through the hallways
they bare a resemblance yet exude no feeling of framiliarity
I hear your gossip
and I hear about your overdramatized existences
These things all are created by you
these things all are cherished by you

I try to play deaf but can not extinguish the frustration
I listen to you with teeth grinding
I look at you with curiousity
Curious about your hand in this whole matter
"Does she know how ignorant....?"
"Does she know how insensitive...."
"Does she know I'm not listening anymore"...

..this is my answer to all those people out there who ask my why I still don't chill with so and so"...
Because I can no longer tolerate the feeling of plastic on the surface of the people I keep around me