FROM RICHES TO RAGS

Perfection is wanted
Disorder is given.
All her true feelings,
She starts to keep hidden.

To beautiful to last.
First fragile then broken.
Her wonderful past,
Remains thought of, not spoken.

The pressures she faced
They all tore her down.
Once she was the queen,
Now simply a clown.

The subject of jokes
She was the picture of perfect.
She remembers her past and thinks,
Will they think it was worth it?

Waling through the halls.
Smile stuck to her face.
She screams"look at me now,
for i was once in your place"

She pulls out her weapon
And points at her successor.
"i hope it was worth it,
to pick on someone much lessor"

Two stones erected at school,
One with rags and one riches.
And under each stone,
Is graffitied "BIT///CHES"