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The girl looks up at you
Her hair is a dancing fire
You don’t know her name
But of the chase you tire.

She has bright brown eyes
That see right through you
She knows how to cheer you up
When you are blue.

Her limbs are long and willowy
She walks of a certain grace
Her posture is so perfect
She could model for Vogue with her face.

You look right back
And even the light red-gold freckles on her nose
Are so beautiful you want to cry
You hold your gaze as she holds her pose.

What creature is this?
Who is she?
The girl who looks a million dollars
You think: I wish she was me.

It’s only when you look a little closer
Your fingers scratch the glass and spill your tea
Goodness gracious! You think
That beautiful girl is in fact me.

People used to say to you
What a hideous sight
You were to everyone
They used to say: ‘You’re giving my customers a fright!’

It’s only now people cluster around you
And this greets you with a distaste so deep
You despise them all
You need to be alone to weep.

The attention is killing you
Your real self is lost within
As they swarm around you like bees
You think: I used to be trash in a bin.

All those mean girls
Who attend your school
The ones who called you plug ugly
Well now they say you’re cool.

It’s only now they want to know you
Are desperate to be your friends
But they are foes
You could be popular, on you it all depends.

You want to be a somebody
But at the same time you want to kiss a**
That’s when dreams of some one seeing the real you
Splinter in painful, cold-cut glass.

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STUART said...
Aug. 11, 2011 at 11:04 am
Luckystar78 replied...
Aug. 11, 2011 at 11:05 am
thanks Stuart...for your kind comments!
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