A Lunch To Dread

Across the cafe she sits alone
In the corner, a place well known.
She eats her sandwich and dreams of friends
Wishing, someday, this teasing will end.
She drinks her juice, looks down in shame,
Wondering why her lifes so lame.
Dreaming of a life so glam and great,
Trying to figure out why shes the centre of hate.
But she picks up her tray, and puts it away,
Preparing herself for another lonely day.