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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bad Pretty Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the pretty one, <br>the one the girls hate<br>and the boys pant for<br>and I stand aloof because<br>there is no room for me to be<br>who I am.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All I get is people reacting<br>to how I look<br>and I see them whisper<br>'She's so stuck up.'<br>I am not.<br>I am lonely and superior to them<br>that make these kinds of comments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all day I have to take the stares<br>and the mini-hatreds<br>just because I am pretty.<br>I like being pretty<br>it comes easy to me; <br>takes no effort.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.<br>My skin is good. Thank God, no zits<br>My figure is good<br>but I get the comments when I walk through-<br>the Neanderthals always make comments-<br>and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I am trapped behind this wall.<br>I don't have to study hard to get good grades; <br>this school is easy.<br>I don't have to work hard for anything.<br>Things just come to me.<br>But it has made a prison for me<br>and because I don't have to get smart<br>or work hard-<br>I can get by on my looks.<br>My teachers like me-<br>one too much, <br>so in the end I am doing what I hate<br>others do-<br>seeing me only in terms of how I look<br>and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am my looks. I am trapped.<br>So when boys try to talk to me I clam up<br>because I think there is only one thing they want.<br>And most of the time I am right. They do-just want<br>one thing.<br>Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend<br>even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some of them lie and claim they had you, or you <br>are lesbian just because you don't like them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.<br>They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior<br>but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too<br>and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I dated the football guy who was pretty too. It seemed he would<br>understand-handsome and pretty, the same thing I thought. <br>Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy and only liked me <br>because he thought there was prestige in it. And I did it for<br>the same reason. We both were boring when alone and tried to<br>look like the super couple when people were around.<br>I was bored and truth be told I was also boring. <br>I had nothing to say and all's he wanted to talk about was football<br>and sex.<br>I told him no.<br>And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but<br>we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.<br>My real best friend was Alma for a while. She was the ugly sidekick<br>pretty girls seem to attract. All she wanted to do was be with me. She did<br>everything I asked her to, sometimes without me even asking. I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior. People like Alma<br>made it easy to think that. She seemed to think I was superior. <br>I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me and things they said and she believed those lies. I felt I had to tell the stories because the stories seemed to mean so much to her. Besides telling her the phony stories gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.<br>We were a good pair of friends for a while until Alma told me one day about her love. Her love for me. And I realized she was not talking about friend love. <br>That's another thing, you get come ons from both genders and some like Alma turn into stalkers. She lied and told her friend that we had been together. A total lie.<br>That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.<br>I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy who came over to my house to fix my computer. He was rad-geek and shorter than me and I never really considered him a real person or anything so I was talking like he was not even there. I was saying 'why me, why does everyone hate me? ' <br>He started yammering that he didn't hate me, and put his arm around me. I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones, he really was trying to comfort me like he understood and all that. It was laughable you know. I was so above him and everything but he seemed that day like a real person to me for just a tiny minute.<br>He left and I lay on my bed and wrote into my diary-'Geek boy loves me.'<br>I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes because I am above them.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.

All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and ..."></div>
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