They Said High School Would Be Better
I don't know if i stared too long
I didn't know if i could form the words
quick enough for them to understand me
But, i wasn't blind to the fact that they were fake
She smiled at me from her group of friends
she asked my name and i innocently complied
she said you have really pretty eyes
later that night i saw a cute boy
she came over to me with such rage
i was sure if she heard
I was a wet shirt on a clothesline
just waiting to be worn and accepted
if she could see my insecurities
she personally would've been the one
to wrap the string around my neck
and make sure i knew where i belonged in the dirt
Nothing.
It was suppose to be better.
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