A/N: Hello, everyone! So, if you saw the movie, the Perks of Being a Wallflower, you noticed that Sam wasn't always the goody goody two shoes she is now. (She reveals this to Charlie, I believe) So, this is a poem I wrote that sort of portrays her before she was with the wallflowers and how she thinks about herself now. I feel kinda bad about this poem, because I feel like it's bad for some reason. Anyways, sorry for the super long author's note and on with the poem.
Her cigarette lingers between her index and middle finger,
A puff of smoke escapes her lips into the brisk night air.
Her short hair offers no warmth from the chilly winds that slap her face every time they blow.
Ashes seize upward and hit her eyes, although she doesn't notice.
The cold brick against her is rough and she can feel the ridges through her flimsy leather jacket,
that she wears as a second skin.
It makes her cool, popular.
It makes the boys' eyes turn into those hearts you see in cartoons
and makes them drool and only wish they could talk to her.
But, she wouldn't.
A freshie like her doesn't have the time;
doesn't have the patience.
Mistakes,
she made too many, letting them seep into her veins and become a part of her,
and that made her afraid.
That's why now, as she sits with the wallflowers no longer that freshie, she can't help but remember,
those days and nights when she wasn't a freshie, but was something else, something terrible.
Something that could crawl beneath your skin and you wouldn't know it was there.
She remembers when wallflower was foreign, inexistent, and when it meant you were
a nerd;
different.
Perks was a words she didn't like,
the way it rolled off her tongue, too happy, she decided once.
Like a pack of gum that was flavored some exotic flavor, like watermelon.
She preferred privileges, rather than perks.
But, perhaps there was a part of her that wanted not to be a wallflower like the rest.
A part of her that wanted to shed the newly profound skin,
and escape to become the night owl she once was.
But, she keeps that animal hidden, under a floral dress and red lipstick.
And a fabricated smile.
Sam, the girl who takes a risk.
Is it because she is carefree?
Or is it because the real Sam has yet to be discovered?
A/N: I saw this movie with my best friend and we loved it, ok? So, I wanted to write something for it, of course! I knew writing a story would be a little dumb, only because there's not much you could really write about. But, I wrote this and was happy with it. So, as always review and I hope you enjoyed.