Much Wilder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Trying to be someone you are not rarely works out!

Submitted: April 17, 2017

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Much Wilder

 

The first time I set eyes on you I knew I had to make you mine,

but you – you are so popular, but so what, that’s just fine.

 

The problem is I’m kinda shy, quiet and unobtrusive --

you seem to hang out with the girls more verbally abusive;

 

ones that are way more blatant at showing what they like the best

the rest.

 

How am I gonna make you mine when you like things so much wilder?

I look at the one you're laughing with – I’ll make myself more like her.

 

My wardrobe doesn’t fit the bill, but with some scissors I’ll get chopping

shorts and skirts not much more than belts; tops I will be cropping.

 

I’ll go down to the drug store, look for make-up brightly shaded,

and buy some garish hair dye in a color that’s not faded.

 

The party that is on tonight, you’ll really gonna get to see

the creation that I’ve made – the new much wilder me.

 

I don’t recognize myself at all, it’s weird and kind of sad

that the only way you’ll look at me is if I start acting bad.

 

But that’s okay, you’re worth it, I tell my normal self;

I’ll be rough and ready, leave inhibitions on the shelf.

 

When I go through those party doors a quietened hush descends,

I don’t care what they all think, they’ve never been my friends.

 

Someone hands me something that I’m then supposed to smoke

and don’t they think it’s funny when on it I start to choke.

 

There’s only one way I can see for me to pull this off tonight,

I’m gonna drink and drink until my mind is out of sight.

 

I see you in the corner, I catch your eye, you smile,

that other girl that’s with you – you’re sure to ditch her in a while.

 

And while I am still waiting I’ll just get something more to drink,

the room is spinning rapidly, so fast that I can’t think.

 

The floor is tilting sideways and the walls move in and out,

someone whispers in my ear – it sounds more like a shout.

 

There are hands upon me and I struggle to get free --

how come you are still sitting there, not giving help to me.

 

All of you are laughing now, you’re pointing at the joke!

Why hadn’t I just realized I never had a hope?

 

You like your girls much wilder and that’s just something I can’t be

so maybe when I sober up I’ll see you’re not the guy for me.


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