Why is she so much prettier than me?
Always the attention of everyone around.
Best stories just coming off the top of her head.
She walks with perfect posture, smiling as if she’s done nothing wrong to hurt anyone.
Her nice personality; ever so slowly poisoning me with sour emotions.
She never has bad hair days, with the perfectly curled blonde locks; never.
Everybody knows and loves her, even the judge apparently, as he names off the top three places.
I hope to get first, and here he goes naming second…
Coming in second was me, yet again behind her.
It’s ok with me though; her time is coming.
Sitting here trapped behind bars I wonder if they’ll ever find the body.
How bruised and scared it was; would they even recognize it?
People send me letters calling me a crazy, jealous bitch for what I did.
They just don’t understand the importance of always being in second,
and how it would drive them crazy too.
The police look at me as if I’d done something wrong to them,
and this lousy excuse of a town.
They don’t think I hear the whispers why I’m laying on the bed at night.
About how I should be on death row for sinning in several ways.
It’s ok with me though; I’ll never be 2nd place again.
Woah! I had no idea that was how it would end! This is an awesome piece!
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Great job!
Good job Mason! This is really deep and kind of sinister haha. I like how you describe the town (:
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