There was never a need to join in
I never got the urge to follow
Even you, with your blood red hair,
Sea green eyes.
You sat on the swing; twirling
your lollipop, aware of the attention
you got from the guys nearby
you wave a hand at me, my hand
I look down, No
yours is painted with pink polish
mine just bare, the cuticles turn white
as I curl my hand into a fist
The fair twin, that’s what I was called,
and conceited and stuck up too.
you didn’t really want me to come
sit with you, you already
turned you attention away
I don’t have to be like you
sticking your lollipop into your mouth
smiling up at them as they come near
there was no mistaking what they wanted
you wave your hand to me again, grinning
you look me in the eyes,
I stare at my reflection
But that’s not me.