QueenBee

i sit on the classroom floor.

the room is dark and cold.

i press my back against the wall.

the door is barricaded with a chair.

my teacher stands in front of it, as

Pretty. 
A word I have been called a few times. 
But why can’t I see it? Why do I look at others and think they’re beautiful. 
Why can’t I see myself the same way? 

I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,

leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.

I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight 

capture the old

to become the new.

kidnap the worse

to become the better?

better at running a country

that isn't even ours,

better at taking credit for

work that isn't his,

I always thought it would be like the movies

Beach trips and ice cream

Field trips and cheering on sports teams

Late nights with fairy lights

My first kiss

That feeling of bliss

It’s not

I loved her post

Clicked that red heart button

That broke more hearts than it mended

I saw the picture that she edited nonstop

That she filtered

Until that girl on the screen wasn’t 

Her

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