"Damn Preps"

by Morgan Kelly

You think you're so damn lucky
Because you're you and not me
Because you're the beautiful ones
And I am your sorry outcast

But it takes more work to be me
Despite what you may think
I have to keep these walls up
To keep you sorry fucks out

I didn't used to feel this way
I used to be a foolish little girl
Who thought her life would be better somehow
If she could call you her friends

Do you know what you did to that poor little girl?
You turned her into this woman
Who wants to beat you the way you beat her
Make her own suffering yours

I've seen more in these past five years
Then you will see in your whole life
I've seen depression, emotional abuse, and pain
I've stared my own death in the face

You say your man didn't call you last night?
Guess what, neither did mine
But he did, however, find the time
To pay his mistress a visit

Damn, you're right
Must be hard to be you
All those decisions you have to make
Should you be a cheerleader next year, OH GOD!?

I love to piss you bastards off
It's how I spend my time
Living to shock you
Making you wonder how far gone I really am

Maybe I'll blow up this fucking school
With your sorry asses inside
No wait, that would never work
Who would feel sorry for me then?