Sophomore Prom Queen

Sixteen years old

And I was a Sophomore

Prom Queen.


By anger or sadness


I did not know


Seventeen years old

And I had died

A wreck, a failure.

Angry at the world

Sad for my loss


Of the Sophomore Prom Queen


Of the Junior outcast.

Eighteen years old

And I am healing

Still a failure, a wreck.

But the sinking ship

Sits on land


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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