I Am Not Going
I put on my face and look in the mirror at my self.
Expecting to see something lovely and nice.
There is an enormous pimple which winks like an elf.
I take a razor blade and give it a slice.
My makeup is ruined, and there is blood on my face.
Mr. Wonderful is on his way. I feel out of place.
I tell my mother I’m not going, the date is ruined now.
I feel fat and ugly and angry; my face clearly says cow.
It’s not so bad, my girlfriend lies, she likes the guy too.
I know she’s pretending to be nice. Her name is Lou.
I kick her out as I stare into the mirror looking for flaws.
My cheeks are all bloated, I look bigger than Claus!
Mascara is running, and there are tissue pieces with blood.
I hear a car stop outside, with a loud angry thud.
“He’s here!” my mother says, getting ready to get rid of me.
I hear her offer my Mr. Charming some cookies and tea.
I am sniffling and sobbing and shaking my bed.
I look like Godzilla, I think in my head.
My sister should go, she is the pretty one anyway.
She eagerly takes me up on this; and I decide to stay.
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