i wish i were Heather
BY AMELIA LIM
ocean eyes and golden locks
parties, drinks, drugs and jocks
paper thin waist
not a blemish on her face
big jacket, big hair, big lies
seeking validation from all the guys
we all hate her
but, everyone wants to be her
i bet she doesn’t cry herself to sleep
a 94 doesn’t make her weep
she’s the angel, yet i’m the one who’s dying
i wish she were dead, getting by without even trying
Heather, Heather and Heather
won’t someone just tell her
shut up Heather;
sorry Heather.
i’ll groan and moan
but she’ll forever remain on the throne
born into intangible royalty
i crave her immunity
happily ever after, dream come true
she doesn’t remember the true love’s kiss, but i do
i think about her while lying in bed
but i have never once entered her head
martha is beautiful, but not next to Heather
no one has ever given me their sweater
i’m just a pawn, i don’t know what i’m saying
already checkmate, and she didn’t even know we were playing
she starts the race at the finish line
how does that give me enough time
i wish i could be her, just for a day maybe
then all my problems would go away
i wish i could look like her
live like her
think like her
drink like her
talk like her
walk like her
i wish i were better.
i wish i were Heather