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This is the story of me.


Submitted:Apr 28, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


 

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.

Remember me?

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.

Nothing extraordinary.

But I stood out.

I knew how to command a room.

Even feigning “sweet and meek.”

When I came in, you knew.

Remember me?

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?”

Remember me?

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!

Fairy dust!

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!

Remember me?

I wish you didn’t.





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