April 16, 2009
Her perfect body. Her perfect clothes. Her perfect hair.
I hope people see me like they see her, a pitiful prayer
Boys stare as if she’s Aphrodite
Girls’ eyes are full of envy
I just can’t help but to hate her
Her tinkling laugh and thick full lashes only make me bitter
Nobody but me knows who she really is
All the guys are concerned about is how she can kiss
I clench my hand as I stare at her in spite
It makes me sick that boys line up to be her knight
She is so awful! I whisper to my best friend
How can people treat her like she’s a godsend?!
Because she’s pretty. I spat the word
“I’m sure she’s really insecure on the inside” she lectured
Have the definitions of insecure and vain been changed since the last time I checked? I mumbled.
Maybe that will be us someday, she replied as we ambled
I sighed as I watched her pull more guys in as if she had a rope
Yah, I said disbelievingly, let’s hope

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morgie7<3 said...
Jun. 10, 2009 at 5:45 pm
i have read this! i thought i didnt...but anyway..is the best friend me? ;) great job smileyriley! i love ur style! :))
Catharsis This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 8, 2009 at 9:50 pm
Hmm, do we know the same girl? jk. I think every school... no, no, every grade, has one, and makes all the girls jealous. Good... no, great, poem.
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