February 22, 2010
By scjensen BRONZE, Overland Park, Kansas
scjensen BRONZE, Overland Park, Kansas
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Brown hair,
Her childish face,
Playing in the sand,
Smiles fill the air.

Late nights,
Talking of boys and little girl life,
Dress up and makeovers,
Pretty pearls and tights.

Constant swimming,
In her bright blue pool,
Playing mermaids in joy
Little girls race, competing.

We are joined at the hip,
She’s got my back,
And I have hers,
Lucky to be so close.

Bleach attack,
Her golden locks of betrayal,
Swoop past me with a glare,
Unpopular, they snicker in my direction.

Friday night,
I sit in my mother’s arms,
In tears.
She has a birthday sleepover,
Everyone appears.

Pool party,
I peer up over the fence,
At all those girls in our grade,
There she swims,
In the middle of the fawning followers,
Here I stand,

Life happens.

I go home, happy,
My new friends surround me in honest love,
We talk and giggle,
About the boyfriends we are yet to gain.
I barely think of her.

She silently uses a knife to pierce her skin,
For the guy who
Abused her,
Rejected her,
Shunned her.
Her ‘friends’ stand a world away,
She stands alone.

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