Sophomore Prom Queen

Sixteen years old

And I was a Sophomore

Prom Queen.

Untouched

By anger or sadness

Jealousy

I did not know

Insecurity.

Seventeen years old

And I had died

A wreck, a failure.

Angry at the world

Sad for my loss

Jealous

Of the Sophomore Prom Queen

Insecure

Of the Junior outcast.

Eighteen years old

And I am healing

Still a failure, a wreck.

But the sinking ship

Sits on land

Touched

By anger, sadness

Jealousy and insecurity,

But no longer owned.

Nineteen years old

I will rise

And I will remember

How to love the girl

Who once was

The Sophomore Prom Queen.

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