Prom Queen

The prom queen sits
and looks at herself in the mirror
tears streaming down her soft pale cheeks
she stares as she paints away her emotions
ready for another day
she pastes on her fake smile
and steps out the door
everyone sees her
walking gracefully through the halls at school
kids hoping to be her friends
but she longs for a true friend
so she would no longer have to pretend
she sits at the popular table
and the football players all crowd around
everyone wanting the perfect image she displays
but they don't know as she throws up her lunch
and slits her wrist
the only thing she can do to minimize the pain she feels
wanting to shrink away
each and everyday
but what would everyone say
if they knew the truth about this "perfect" prom queen
who lives a "perfect" life
would they whisper and point
staring and feeling sorry for her
or would they glare in disgust
and disbelief
not being able to imagine why this beautiful rich prom queen
cries every night
and slits her wrists
and makes herself throw up
when she already looks like a supermodel
everyone envies her
but soon they will know
how much pain she endured
because tonight this prom queen
couldn't take it anymore
she slides out of bed
and silently tiptoes to the bathroom
closing the door without a sound behind her
leans against the door
brushes her silky blonde hair from her face
and pulls the razor blade from her satin robe pocket
cuts her wrist deep
teardrops streaming across her cheeks and dripping from her chin
the blood pours from her wrists
like red ribbons
her head is spinning
and everything is going black
she lies on the cold hard tile
her pain finally ending
forever