Walking to class, heart beating f-f-f-fast. I'd brush my hair aside and lower my eyes. "Is he coming this way?" "Hey!"
I turn around and he's talking to her. Perfect hair, perfect skin, th-th-th-thin.
I go home, cry, wonder why? Stand in the mirror & wonder why can't I be like her?
So what? So what? I'm not a popular. So what? So what? Don't have a perfect bod. So what? So what? If he's in love with her. So what? So what? I'll find someone better.
Next day, standing in the cafeteria l-l-l-line.
Princess Kitaaa · Thu Apr 21, 2011 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |