Molly
Here's Molly
She's pretty, I suppose,
Blue eyes, rosy cheeks.
But, oh, poor dear,
she would be so beautiful
If she could resist that. one. last. cake
All her friends,
they can eat all they want
And not gain a p.o.u.n.d
But, oh, poor dear,
she can't even have
dessert at all
She really does hate it,
all this trying
(to be skinny,
to be pretty,
to be…
something she's not)
She used to think she was
perfect
just the way she was.
But, oh, poor dear,
in this day and age…
beauty is everything
And it was past time for her to know that
(it still hurt when she heard them
~whispering~)
But, oh, poor dear,
She keeps her b.r.a.v.e face on,
because Lucy's looking for guidance
and Vickie's is searching for a shoulder to cry on
and little Lily wants a friend
And while they rant about their
heartache and
drama and
"miserable" life
Molly just wants to
s~h.a+k"e
them and scream
because how awful is it that
they can they go on and on
and complain
about something that
she's been wishing for
her. entire. life?