Whispers and Cell Phones Buzzing

A collaborative poem about jerks. If you've ever been excluded, write a chapter here.

the lights from their cell phones
splotching their faces
the occasional buzz
of another text I didn't get
on purpose.

talking about how far they've gone with their boyfriends
"nobody's even been to first base with you?"
am I butt ugly or grossly deformed
and nobody bothered to tell me? 

whispering stuff and then looking up at me
Dear God,
What's wrong with me? 

The End

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