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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When a girl tries so hard to fit in, but does being popular mean risking her true friends

Submitted: December 19, 2010

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Submitted: December 19, 2010




China was fourteen, she gave what she got.

She had many friends, who loved her a lot.

She loved them back, too, and would always be there,

But at prettier girls, she could not help but stare

You must understand, that this group was a sight,

With their Cover Girl masks, and their Shirts way too tight

The guys hung around them, as though in a trance,

and they were always the first ones

who were asked to the dance.

They seemed so secure, knowing just what to said,

And they said what they said in the coolest of ways

They never were seen without smiles on their faces.

Their clothes were real tight in all the right places,

You can see what I mean, when I say they were cool.

They were by far the sexiest girls in the school.

So China dreamed on, by day and by night, Wishing her

Shirts would fit her as tight. She wondered what contest

She would have to win, For she’d give up the world, and

her lift just to fit in.

She kept it a secret, hoping nobody knew,

But her friends caught on fast, and they found it

Was true. They tried to warn her of their pretentious way

But china grew more and more stubborn each day

As cool as they were, and as hot as their show, they struggled

In school and their grades were quite low

for the group of girls smoked, and were known to drink

Beer, but this was not the stuff China wanted to hear

So China tried hard to fit in with the Clique

She giggled at jokes that she knew were just sick

She gave her attention to these cool girls alone

And she dressed just like them, in a style not her own

China’s old friends feared her drifting away

They were losing her slowly, and didn’t know what to say

They told China the truth, that the group was all fake

But their words of advice, China just wouldn’t take

China laughed at her old friends, along with her new

They made fun of so many and smiled at so few

China’s new friends were sooooo cool, she was in with the clan

China was treated like they were, and felt happy again

China’s old group of friends sadly melted away

They left her alone, but watched close every day

They longed for her friendship, the warmth in her smile

And hoped she’d miss them, and would return in a while

But the jokes kept on coming and so the group with a sigh

Turned their backs on harsh China, and walked

Silently by The pain was too deep and the

Torture too hard for China’s old friend’s poor

Hearts had been torn out and scarred

As all this happened, China did her thing

She giggled and gossiped and made actions sting

China was mutated, the best she could be

She finally became a glamour girl like

She always wanted to be

China went to parties, she got into fights, and became

Really cool, but during the night she tried to discover just what was

The scoop why wasn’t she happy in her

Newly found group

Then one day it came into her head

That the answer was the one she truly did

Dread China had run ahead quickly and back round the bends

She had left her companions, she ditched her true


China realized her error, “This group is not the sight. With

Their makeup done perfect and hair fixed just right

“That’s not what they look like, it’s a lie what you see

For it is Maybelline models they truly wish

They could be”

Then early one night around seven o’clock, A girl opened

Her door to the sound of a knock

Out in the cold standing there in the rain

Stood teary-eyed China her old self again.


Neither one spoke, as the girl ushered China in

The girl knew from experience, where China had been

She had also once felt that those girls were the best

But those long ago lies she had put down to rest

The girls sat up talking for a good

Length of time, and China knew in her heart she would

Be just fine

This tale ends happy, but not all storied will

Some friends aren’t so forgiving

And go in for

The kill.

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