Desire

More than anything, you wanted to be popular,
Part of the "in" crowd.
Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend
Perfect life.

I watched you.

"Preps" had more fun and more friends.
They had cell phones and text messages.
Desperately, you wanted to be one of them.

I watched you wish.

The hand-me-downs and "blue-light specials"
Were all your family could afford.
They called you names like "nerd" or "freak",
Some even called you "ugly".

I watched you hide.

With head held high, you got a job.
You had the "in" clothes, styled your hair,
You even bought a car.

I watched you grow.

The "preppy" girls are talking to you,
The think you are the new girl.
Except for one mean, spiteful girl,
Who remembers.

I watched you try.

You're invited to the popular table for lunch.
Tray in hand, heart pounding, you walk over.
Her foot shot out, tripped you, tray and all.

I watched you cry.

Your self esteem crushed, your happiness quelled,
Late in the night, you went for a drive.
A tight corner....a car wrapped around a tree.
In your headlights, you see HER,
You smile as your foot slips off the brake....

I watched you kill.