She sits on the window sile,
Watching the world go by,
Wondering how she got this place,
Where noone cared, noone noticed,
She was just the it girl,
No friends, no family,
Noone to tell her it would be ok when she cried,
Noone to tell her she wasn't alone.
She was just the it girl,
Noone rembered her name,
She was just the it girl,
That's all she was to them,
Ever wondered what it's like to be the it girl?
Try having noone care who you are,
Try having noone care if you live or die,
Trying being the one they call "it girl"
Trying being that one.
She didn't want to be it girl,
She was tried of not having a name,
before she wrapped the rope snug around her neck,
She left a note,
"My name is Natalie, the one you call 'it girl'.....
maybe now you will remember my name"
A contest entry
- Letters and Characterization by KelsiEvermore.
500 points, ended November 19, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive criticism please and thank you
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boy - ben
girl - natalie
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