Claire Standish got ready to go to Saturday detention. She was listening to the radio. It was turned to her favorite rock station. Despite what many of her friends and just about everyone else at school, she actually liked rock, though when her friends were over she was listening to the station that played all the pop music. Fall Out Boy, All-American Rejects, Britney, Christina, and all the others that she truly despised but never let it show. As she brushed her hair so it looked perfect one of her favorite songs came on. Bother by Stone Sour.

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I wont let go til it bleeds

She slowly applied her foundation thinking that Corey Taylor couldn't be more right and felt as though he wrote the song just for her to listen to and relate to so much.


Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest

You never stand up to your "friends", thought Claire.


So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
My flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I wont let go til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
With its memories
Diaries leftWith cryptic entries

Claire applied eyeshadow and mascara and thought to herself, The zombie is this stupid makeup I wear everyday because it's what's expected of me. I HATE it!! She looked over at her bookshelf where her diary was carefully hidden. I just hope no one read's it. They'd think all the wrong things about me, even though they'd probably be right.

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I wont let go til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I'll never live down my deceit

"Claire, it's time to go," her father called from down the stairs.

"Alright dad!" she called back. Claire turned off her radio, looked at her reflection in her full-length mirror and thought, I wonder if I'll ever change.