Senior Year
It's going to be my senior year of high school
in a couple of weeks
yet i feel no excitement
just anxiety
anxiety to face them all again
anxiety to face the boy who shattered me
who played with me
who messed with me
and left me crying
left me worthless
left me lonely
left me surrounded by the girls i fear
the perfect girls
the pretty girls
the popular girls
the smart girls
the confident girls
the girls who make you uncomfortable when you are around them
the girls who make you aware
of your ugly outfit
and acne
and awkward posture
and remind you of how lonely
how f*****g lonely senior year is gonna be
i used to have friends and a boy
i used to be cool
i used to be invited to parties
i used to be one of them
one of those girls
the ones who make fun of the fat girls
the ones who make fun of the weird girls
the ones who make fun of the losers
until i became the loser
and why?
maybe it's simply because i have an ugly face
and maybe my boy didn't want me no more because of my face
and maybe friends didn't include me no more because of my face
and maybe my grades kept declining more because of my face
It's going to be my senior year of high school
in a couple of weeks
and i don't want to show this face
this same face
that caused the trauma last year
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