I stare into the blankness, of the white computer screen, on the web with a million people, I am alone. We are mere flies, trapped in a spiders web, that someone spun, long ago. My heart beats against the sync of life, I rebel, for there is nothing else, for me to do. I am not a punk, nor a delinquent. I am me. Me. Not a plastic stereotype, pasted onto the glossy pages, of an advertisement, or a anorexic bit of transmitted light. I am me. All the poundage that makes others smile, perhaps in pity, maybe in amusement, I do not care. We type words, we utter phrases, that dissapear into the vaccum, we call life. I know you don't love me, I know you never will, for I am me, and she is her. And you are you, all of the shallow hate the chameleon personality you are no longer my friend. The first tear in a long time, the first tear of many, slips down my soft fat cheek, smearing my mask. Quietly once again, you slipped into my heart, the clock ticks, tick tock. I stare into the blankness, of the white computer screen, on the web with a million people, I am alone.