How could you compare me to her?
She's perfect I'm not.
She's Sharpay Evans, I'm Gabriella Montez.
Her parents are rich. My mom isn't.
She's pretty, I'm ugly.
She's best I'm always 2nd best. I was never special to her.
I was just her best friend, her fuck toy. Her special toy, the toy that sucks all the energy out of life itself. I never got the guys, I was her poodle after Ryan died.
I never saw life again. I missed freedom of being Gabriella Montez. She had Zeke wrapped around her finger, and I know somewhere in her ice heart, she loved him. I never deserved Troy. I didn't deserve the attention of suffocation. Hw they all sufocate me. I was over the edge.
I look down on them at my funeral. I'm zoomed in on Sharpay, her fake tears. I've watched her from time to time and she's not as perfect as I thought. She's hollow, Bullemic, addicted to drugs, and an alcoholic. Her eyes are always dead. And I know now looking at her from above. That she was just like me. 2 perfect 4 words. She knew what I felt like. Bcuz to her she was 2nd best to me always.