March In.
March out.
Stride with me.
Intimidation.
Queen Pretentious
Is in formation.
She's got a bad attitude,
Nobody sees it,
But I do.
Queen of Pretention
Never,
Living the truth.
She's a rich girl, from a life of privilege.
Driven around, limousine, playin' bridge.
She's not from around town, that's just who she is.
She's a girl of distinction, a prefect, a wiz kid.
The teachers neglect us,
Cause they're always playin' favourites,
With the rich kids, and wiz kids,
And being hypocrites.
Well see if I like it,
They should stick it where it fits,
And show us all how they worship,
The rich snobby smart ditz.
She's got a bad attitude, but nobody sees it,
Through all the glitz and the glamour,
Is a monster with claws.
Watch out, cause it's hard,
To share a school with that sort.
Battling her would be the worst of our wars.
She's got a bad attitude,
Nobody sees it,
But I do.
She's strutting through these halls,
She owns the teachers like they're pets.
But contrary the reverse, she's in charge.
She'll play vet,
And feed them with her flattery,
Their appetite it whets.
A triple 'A' grade on all of her reports,
Gold stars every day, glimmering sorts.
She's owning them all with her charm and her wit,
Just beware, because behind all of that bit,
Lies a spoilt two-facer, a driven young soul,
And an attention seeker, a toxic black hole.
She's got one huge ambition,
Don't you dare stand in the way,
Cause you'll be broken to pieces,
And she'll fire you away.
She's got a bad attitude,
Nobody sees it,
But I do.
Queen of Pretention
Never,
Living the truth.
YOU ARE READING
Stoneheart
PoetryA collection of poems about my coming of age, family and identity struggles and my battle with anxiety and depression as a youth.
