16 January 2013
She walks through
The school, looking
Fashionable as ever,
If only I could pull a lever,
That would make me as clever as her.
I wish I was as thin as her, as beautiful as her, she lures me in, wishing "why can't I be like her? And why am I like this?"
One word I can say
That is so true of this whole poem, is jealously,
Because seriously I wish I was like her.
Jealous Of Her. • Opuss № I