i walk into the room pull out the chair at the table the chairs too small i bang my knees as i scoot in i reach for my plate cute it's already cut up tiny bite sized pieces tiny portions looks like i'm gonna be hungry my table mates also sit down and immediately noise crying complaining griping talking they too, grab their plates with tiny pieces, and tiny portions and they hate it they say its too much too much "i can't" "i'll eat later" tiny minds Another room Another table Another chair But this one is different My table mates are already seated Calmly Patiently Chatting Real talk I pull out a chair My feet don't touch the ground But at least my knees don't hit the table At last The food looks good And I get to serve myself But as I sit Pink glass comes up around me I'm there But not really one table - too small too loud too childish Another table- Better option Yet I'm on the outside I'd rather sit at the second table to choose what I eat how much I get but blocked separated there but not really So next meal where will I go? where? I don't know