I was the girl your senior year,
Voted “Most Likely to Be Succeed.”
The quite one, who smiled a lot.
Just to show off her perfect teeth.
I used to have rosy cheeks.
And except to my friends,
I was sweet and meek.
But a mischievous grin gave me away.
My eyes were green,
My face was round.
But I stood out.
I knew how to command a room.
Even feigning “sweet and meek.”
When I came in, you knew.
I am the one you look at,
And ask, “What happened to you?”
The teeth are tarnished,
And the cheeks are pale
Though I wish it weren’t true.
The only room I command now,
Has an audience of button eyes.
The word “success” leaves the mind
Replaced by the question “how?”
I’m the one that makes you feel smug.
You beat me in the rat race!
How can I race when I can’t even walk?
Can’t even maintain pace.
I’m the one that you pity
The one you gawk at from afar.
Not to close, you’ll catch the sick!
And now I wish on every star.
To have my old life back.
Just some of that old fire.
Live up to “success”
It is now my deepest desire.
A magic cure!
I can’t even live my pathetic life.
Yet, I’m told I must.
Yet almost as strong as the prier,
I have another wish too.
I fills my mind daily.
I remember you!
I wish you didn’t.