Yearbook

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.

There's only all their stereotypical besties

Waltzing through each page like they own it.

On the band and chorus page,

There is a cluster of those horrible girls,

The horrible girls who made my life miserable this year,

And none of them are in band

Or chorus.

None of them belong on that page,

Taking over the one place I was safe from them -

The one place I felt heard -

Valued -

Loved -

This year -

And they're taking it away by being there,

On that page,

In my yearbook,

Forever.

They didn't work like I did for this.

They aren't in band.

They showed up in that room for attention.

They should not get to be on that page,

And they are, anyways, and it's so unfair,

That they're taking away my one happy place.

I hate them.

I hate that they can do that

And no one notices or cares.

It's a small thing,

But it matters.

You know what?

No one can take that away from me.

I just hate that they keep trying.