Pretty Girls
By Gia, age 16, Florida
Pretty girls get all the attention.
I'm not pretty so I get no attention.
So I sit in a corner, sobbing and wishing I went away.
I sit here with music blasting in my headphones, watching ...
Watching drama unfold. Crushes being told ... hearts being broken.
I know I will never be one of those girls ...
The "popular" girls.
The ones who get all the guys or are voted Prom Queen.
I'll just sit in the corner and watch everything ...
Making up my own soundtrack.
The soundtrack seems so dull.
The same song for the same images.
Time seems to float away with the breeze.
I see so many hearts torn, mended, and then broken again.
These past months went by so fast.
We started something and now we have to finish it.
Thousands of months are soon to pass us.
Ready or not they will.
I want to hold your hand through more and more drama filled hearts, painful goodbyes, and tear filled hellos.
School or no school, this is all meant to happen.
It's just all of us together bored out of our minds.
With nothing to do but think about who we are.
The boyfriends, the girlfriends, the confusion.
I guess right now we aren't supposed to know what the heck is in store for us.
But right now I'm happy that I have friends, I'm loved, and that I'm pretty cool.
The popular girls are dumb, the artists are cool, and the world goes round and round.
Or even the other way around.
Sometimes I wish this hadn't happened, and then other times I'm happy it did.
Drama filled lives, drama filled minds.
It runs our world. Unless we plan to stop it.
