Aren't You Suppose To Be My Boyfriend?

Walking to class,
Staring at the ground,
And as I pass by you,
From the corner of my eye,
I notice how you glance at me,
But otherwise ignore me completely,
I feel hurt,
I feel offended,
Because aren't you suppose to be my boyfriend?

I walk into my class and sit at a table,
Hoping you might sit with me,
But, no, when you walk into the room,
You briefly look at me,
Take note of my existence,
And go sit on the other side of the room,
With your friends,
While I sit there and stare at the table,
Wondering why you always ignore me,
Becasue aren't you suppose to be my boyfriend?

And, even though,
I long to walk over there,
And sit there with you,
Something is stopping me.
It's the anger,
Telling me,
That if you ignore me,
I should ignore you too,
Because if you don't want me,
Then why should I want you?
Though I am unable to stop feeling,
The hurt and rejection,
That washes through me because...
Aren't you suppose to be my boyfriend?