Formatted by: Arabella Fourneau
Written by: Aralyn Anaya
Oh how great it must be to be the victim, how amazing it is to have people stare at you with sympathy and not disappointment. But if only it was that easy, when you’re the mean girl. The best part is the rumors, some so surprising you don’t even know when you got the time to do that. “Did you know she beat up…!” or “I heard that she made some teacher cry!” Some are even so crazy that you wonder whose imagination they pulled that one out of. Oh to be the mean girl, so gorgeous yet your beauty threatens others. So funny but your humor is too much of an insult to them. So kind but your kindness is never seen due to who you are, nothing but a face and a feared name. So much of a people pleaser that you play your part, yet you’re still trying to find yourself.
Swarms of disappointment form all that surround you but in reality you know that if you weren’t the “mean girl” they would view you as no one. They hate you but they don’t know you. The downfall to being the bad guy is that you never win. Not only does the hero get away with destroying you they also get rewarded, while the villain who caused hardship sits there with the reality of the situation. Oh to be the mean girl, give them what they want because without a villain there would be no hero. So stay in the game and play your part well, so much so that you will be unforgettable.
Let them tell you who you are because you don’t have a choice. That label, That Label, THAT LABEL, could end such a gorgeous soul. That label is what makes them forget your name. That label is the end of the game. So don’t forget who you are to them and don’t forget that you’re still nobody. They know you by your label but they’ll still forget your human too, they’ll still forget your background. You’re never going to feel any real love so try to find it in those who see past your “mean girl” act but don’t count on not getting hurt. You’ll go home to a mother who will yell at the top of her lungs, “You’re just like your father,” knowing he’s not around. So just stop! You’ll never be good enough. Stop trying, let them take over. Let them determine your feelings. Let them feel happy for you. Because at the end of the day you’re still nothing but the mean girl.
