Freckled Girl
I watch from afar as she walks to class
Long flowing hair, waves of gold and of brass
She has green eyes and freckles all over her face
She smiles and walks with poise and with grace
I ask myself "Why can't I be her?"
Be the one that the boys would rather prefer
She gorgeous and keen as all of us know
But she also is mean from head to her toe
I remember all the things that she said
Hurt me so much I'd wish I was dead
And the truth is that we used to be friends
I know that she wishes we could make amends
But how could I welcome that damage and pain?
For I have too much to lose, and just her to gain
Would you open a wound that hasn't quite healed?
Or fight her and match her words with a shield?
But sometimes you can't always block those words out
It's better to face them besides your worry and doubt
I no longer cower around in the halls
Or bow before her like the rest of them all
But maybe one day, maybe next year
We can be friends without all the tears…