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Unneeded
You stand in front of me
Your platinum blonde hair perfectly straitened
Hot pink dress hugging your petite body just enough
To be provocative, to elude to what lies beneath
But not quite flaunt it
My hair is boring brown
My tall body not flattered
By my jeans and comfy sweater
God, I’m comparing myself to you
Again
Your eyes are cold
As you list off my flaws
Like a grocery list
All the reasons
That he should like you better than me
You’re hopelessly immature
But beautiful
Why are you so beautiful?
Would he love you if you weren’t?
You tell me not to get any ideas
Your anxiety
Your fear
Your pain
Your jealousy
Are hidden in your smirk
Uneasy
Because of how he held me
On that stage
Last night
In front of all those people
And the worst part is
The worst part is
There’s nothing to be jealous of
It was just a play
For a stupid high school drama class
And he wanted an A
He doesn’t love me
No
He doesn’t love me
You stand in front of me
Accusing me of something
I didn’t do
Even though I wish I did
Deep down inside
And I know how easy it would be
To punch you right in your perfect face
To launch my own string of insults
To tell you what I think of you
To do something
But I don’t
Maybe because I’m weak
Or maybe because I’m just that strong
So I let you finish telling me
Why I don’t deserve to be alive
And then
I shrug
I smile
I turn
And I walk away
My soul is weeping
But I keep my face steady
This is not a battle
That I can win
So I decide not to fight it
Is that me being weak?
Or is that me being strong?
You’re cold and calculating an shallow
And he’s a jerk
If he thinks you are beautiful
But you know what?
You deserve each other
And I don’t care
I don’t need to be better than you
And I definitely don’t need him
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