Mirror, Mirror
Everyday I see you. Everyday you don't see me. You walk by as if I don't
exist. But to you I don't exist. You're popular. No one exists to popular
people except for other popular people. I'm not popular. I'm the girl that
sits in the back of the class staring at you. You don't know that though.
You're too busy looking at Briana.
I stare out my window looking up at the beautiful twinkling stars. You don't
know how many nights I've wished upon those stars. You don't know that I've
wished for you to notice me. I always thought wishes come true, but I guess
they don't. I suppose I'm just wasting my time making wishes that won't ever
come true.
Maybe if I change into Briana you'll notice me. If I dye my hair blonde and get
blue contacts, you'll see me. But for some reason that doesn't seem like it
will be enough. Maybe I need a size c cup bra or a flatter stomach to catch
your eye. I can't believe I'm saying I'll change myself for you! What am I
thinking?
I shouldn't have to change for you or for anyone else. I should change only for
myself. I shouldn't have to feel bad about myself because of people like you.
Its people like you that make girls like me kill themselves. I'm one of the
only girls that knows you're not worth killing myself. You're not worthy of me.
I sleep that night knowing you won't notice me. But I'm okay with that. I'm
happy with myself the way I am. I don't need you to make me happy. From now on
you don't exist to me. You're invisible. Tomorrow at school you'll be to me
what I am to you. I'm not wishing anymore
I walk into school and don't look to find you. I go along my usual way to
classes not wanting to see you. I turn a corner and bump into someone knocking
my books to the floor. I bend over to pick them up a well as the person I ran
into. My eyes meet a pair of blue eyes I've seen before.
"Hi, I'm James," you say sticking out your hand for mine.
"Megan." You noticed me.