QueenBee

I email you, to feel the elation when you respond.

I didn't think you would.

When you did I felt hope

For the first time in years.

Back and forth, once.

Flipping through pages upon pages,

Memories, but most of other people.

Our yearbook committee has been infiltrated,

And you can tell.

I am not represented here.

None of us are.

I told myself I’d anchor myself

In fifth grade.

I lost myself in sixth.

Created myself in seventh. 
Now in this horrible in between

I wonder if I can be the person I have been

Without you?

You are a liar and a brick

And you only care what your friends think.

Who are you?

Did you never stop to consider it was my first time, too?

And I’m not the only one who messed up?

You came in,

And I didn’t know you -

I wasn’t sure what to say -

But you were so fun

So nice

So outgoing

And quickly made friends with everyone.

You lit up the room with your smile and your jokes,

Tears

But you can’t see them.

Maybe you feel them, though

In my forced smile

In my eyes

Teacher to student, but you’ve never made it feel like that

You’ve always made us feel like equals