The Favorite
i can already see a crown on her head
everyone loves her
even that physics teacher who hates everyone
gives her a smile when she walks in
i sit at the back of the class
and hate her
because she doesn't need love oh no
what she needs is a wake up call
not everyone bows at her feet
or whispers praises in her ear
i refuse to fall for it
lies lies lies
she is all lies
i know it
i can feel it.
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