desperately seeking glamor and pain
through homely wind and sluggish rain
searching through foggy window pane
this I darkly see
the reign of perfect social queen
despises me.
This poem is about wanting to be pretty and popular, and have an exciting
life... and that the qualitfications for being popular are usually
looks. How you look is determined by genetics, so part of your life's
happiness depends on stupid DNA!! Because, let's be honest, you are a lot
happier if you are pretty. It is easier to like pretty people,
girls and guys. Pretty is NOT as pretty does in high school!
poetry