The Angst of the Teen
thats Eileen:
a strong teen, long seen as the next prom queen
the popular type, who's never put a foot wrong, or ever been..
without friends, instead she's got stacks
the alpha-female - she's the head of the pack
at least thats what she thinks, but the crux of the matter..
is behind her back we all chatter, and think her butts getting fatter
plus her skins drying up, and the clothes she got aren't commended
by the end of the term, her time at the top will have ended
I'm Eileen:
the alpha-female, apparently, or so the girls keep telling me
but beneath it all, their compliments are deep with jealousy
they send notes round about me, until the lectures end
but then its all 'lets pretend', that we're the best of friends
while they pursue treacherous ends, perfecting coherence and mutiny
brutally honest, subjecting my appearance to scrutiny
I fear what they'd do to me, should I ever slip up
it makes me wanna be dead, I hope I get hit by a truck
and with that bit of luck, i could escape this nip-tuck mentality
but instead I'm stuck in a fallacy, where my friends callously harass me
they hope to embarrass me, but can't tell that I'm hurting
my confidence worsens, I'm left as a shell of a person
all this because of my looks. God how I hate my mates
so now I take a mace, aimed to desecrate my face
in my haste I waste my mirror, so I sit to take a breather
but then I realize - without my good looks, I don't like myself either
please read this fully, I put alot of effort into it