Little Ms. Pretty (Not about me)

by Jeri   Jan 23, 2005


I watch her as she flips her hair
Turning around while the boys all stare
She flashes them a perfect smile
her straight white teeth showing all the while

She walks by me, not taking notice
of us or anything around us
Around the corner she disappears
giggling for the whole world to hear

As I sit there invisible to popular eyes
I cannot help but start to cry
My best friend does her best to help me
while outside the school there sits Ms. Pretty

She gets up and she walks away
hopping into her car with her boy of the day
the car starts up, her friends hop in,
and one by one, they are dropped off again.

As she gets home she finds a letter
she opens it, though she knows better
"My Dearest Daughter, please don't cry
there was no chance to say goodbye,

I'm off to Bermuda with my friends
I don't know when I'll be back again
your dads in Colombia, doing business,
Maria is there to clean u your messes."

Ms. Pretty ran upstairs in rage
screaming and crying all the same
she ran to her room and locked the door
her parents didn't care. Not anymore.

Her hair disheveled, her manicure covered in bites
she grabbed a piece of paper, and started to write
"Dear Mom and Dad, this is goodbye.
I hate the way you made me cry.

If you see them, tell my friends
I'll miss them, and this is the end.
I just can't take it anymore.
I'm tired of fighting an endless war.

You guys are hardly ever here
And when you are, i cower in fear
The bruises are hidden by concealer
the scars are either covered or healed.

My grades are bad, my teachers suck.
My friends and boyfriend run amuck.
I long to be one of those girls
who are so nice they make me hurl

Well goodbye, I love you, please don't cry."
She ended the letter with a sigh.
she put it in an envelope
and ran to the kitchen, out of hope.

With shaking hands she grabbed a knife
put it to her heart and took her own life
with trembling hands before she died
she added something full of pride

"Oh by the way, dear mom and dad,
I hope to god you don't get mad,
but even though I love you so,
the names not daughter, it's Mary Jo."

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