The Girl Everybody Loves To Hate
She walks down the aisle swiftly,
Shutting the silent whispers from around.
Her long mane covers most of her
small fair face;
and the teardrops, casting down.
She sits at the far end of the hall -
Envying others through her dark raven cloak.
Wistfully longing to be one among them;
At least one mate she could call
her own.
She dries her deep set eyes
secretly, pretending to be lost
in work.
All the while listening to the cheery jovial echoes
in vicious disgust.
She sees a guy at a distance - the same
she refused a date;
Along with a pretty girl, who could have been
her BFF, if not
for her foolish stuck-up traits.
I’m different,” she claims,
rather unapologetically,
making the others quietly smirk.
The lonely fair dame, unknowingly
Had become the bait for all jokes.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2016
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