I used to be that girl,
Yes, that one right there,
The one you've been avoiding
The one with an evil stare
That girl who's the bane
Of your entire existence
The one who looks just perfect
While you're at best plain
Let me ask you something
Of course about that girl
What do you know about her?Just the rumors right?
Daddy who adores her,
Mother who buys her the whole store?
Ever gone to that girl's house?
Lived the life she's forced through
Have you met her older sister,
Kicked out at sixteen,
Date-raped by her boyfriend,'
Eight months pregnant and alone?
Or her younger brother,
The one no one knows about,
Because her parents couldn't handle him
Because he had a disability
That needed attention
Which they couldn't give?
Were you there the day,
Her mother drank so much,
She puked all over the brand new rugs,
That made her go over the moon?
Did you witness the time,
She went to drop off her father's lunch
And caught him kissing his assistant
In plain sight of the whole office?
For being that girl
And if my words ever hurt you
But maybe if you tried to talk to
She may not be that viciousA/N Yeah this is from the heart. Review if you want. Flames will be laughed at. I don't really care. -Carolina