She used to not care much how she looked.
(Well, maybe she cared a little.)
Now she spends her time in front of the mirror, poking and prodding until she looks perfect.
She used to love to read, even Shakespeare.
(Well, maybe some of it got a bit boring.)
Now all she reads is the magazines.
She used to have friends.
(Well, maybe some of them were just after the popularity.)
Now she's all alone.
She used to be a leader.
(Well, maybe she was just good at always getting her way.)
Now, she's been deposed, pushed down by the other one.
She used to have a crush on a boy.
(Well, maybe it was a bit more than a crush.)
Now, she struts past boys like she couldn't care less.
She used to love Macbeth, the feel of right winning over wrong.
(Well, maybe she wished she was Juliet a few times.)
Now, she feels like Hamlet, trying to do the right thing but not knowing what that is.
She used to think that love really could conquer everything.
(Well, maybe she persuaded herself.)
Now, she's not sure she believes in love.
She used to wish for something more.
(Well, maybe it was mainly a wish for her crush to like her back.)
Now, she's afraid of wishing for things that won't come true.
She used to laugh.
(Well, maybe it was more of a snort.)
Now, all she can do is giggle nastily.
She used to be.
(Well, maybe she still is.)
Now, she wonders why she is what she is.
She used to know that people cared.
(Well, maybe she wasn't entirely sure.)
Now she knows nobody cares.
She used to be Drew-with-a-happy-ending.
(Well, maybe it was more of a fairytale ending.)
Now, she knows she won't get one, because she's an Aphrodite girl, and they don't deserve happy endings.
oOo
Well then. That was interesting.
For those who don't know, I'm writing this on my sisters' account. Hacking is a wonderful thing.
-Matt