I just did this one this morning...so it hasen't been edited or anything yet.
Your skinny,
and I'm fat.
I'm volumptuous,
your flat.
You always get the hot guy,
and I just get cheap laughs.
I'm a hardworking student,
but your always teachers pet.
You have the perfect boyfriend,
I like a guy I cant have.
You whined when you got a pimple,
when we could never tell,
you say your enemy #1,
and that your haters should go to hell.
Im sick of being always just Christine
and watching you always shine,
I don't know what they see in you,
but they see it all the time.
For now I'll let you steal the stage,
my time is yet to come.
Well atleast thats what I'd like to think,
but in your eyes I'll never be good enough.
So please enjoy your fame now,
soak it up like the sponge you are,
and never forget the little people
when your lungs are full of tar.
And when your sick and old,
lying in your bed,
remember the fingers you stomped on
just to maintain your rep.
But do relize I strive for better,
you'll get no envy here.
I want to be a writer,
not just Tori Easton-The cookie cutter.
So if you ever buy my books,
or read it in magazines
I know you'll say
"hey I knew that girl!"
But I won't even remeber your name.
 MajesticTOASTER · Wed Dec 27, 2006 @ 03:20am · 2 Comments |
