BFF: becoming fucking frustrated.

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poetry from year 9. For Regrets.

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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i’ve worked twice as hard

and i’ve spent more time each day

than you have in total

and yet i’ve had to pay

the price due for dreaming

of becoming the first

to get what i’ve earned

but i’ve come for the worst.

when you know i’ve been dreaming

of this my entire life

you take it and gloat

i smile with a knife

that i take to my arms

minutes after i cheer

for your news that you’ve got it

i wish i couldn’t hear

how happy you were

how grateful,

how worthy

you’ve always been prettier

you’ve always been curvy

you’ve always been nice

been smart, and been liked,

but your hardships are nothing

compared to my life.

i’ve always been outdone

by your success

you’ve played the pity card

and i see the rest

of how it goes from now on

you win and i lose

i can’t do anything but watch

no matter what i choose.

i’ve lived life in your shadow

striving to achieve what’s to be done

surviving just on the hope

that i would’ve won.

all my work is for nothing

for i know that the test

is over- after all,

you’ve always been the best.

we’ve always been friends

throughout this long race

but i die inside  as i cheer 

for you, at first place.


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