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Sunday, May 8, 2011

Ouch.


My heart hurts a little.


So does my hair.


It's all stiff with hairspray, and it's going to be a nightmare untangling it.


I'm jealous of my brother. A couple of swipes with a comb and things are as good as new.


As for the heart...


"Drama" is pointless.


I've always made a point of not getting myself mixed up in anything.


I did nothing wrong.


I wasn't even in the "drama".


But it directly affected me.


Ouch.


It's a relief to know that nothing I did caused any of it.


But still.


It hurts a little.


Things were normal.


Fun.


Relatively simple.


I just don't get what changed.


I think I misjudged people.


The "drama" is an excellent example of that.


But my poor little heart got pricked.


And my cheeks got red.


I sat on the sidelines with a clear view of everything I didn't do wrong.


So I decided not to let it get to me.


That would be pointless.


And I went home and slept and ate and sat and stared and wrote and attempted to not feel sorry for myself.


I hope they're all happy.


Maybe now I'll truly become the poetry-writing type.


Ouch.

4 comments:

THAT girl who said...

god this is great. I can't stop reading it.

Elyse said...

Thanks for the compliment!

Relyn said...

Oh, I am so sorry the prom went the way it did. There are really no words for it. I am just sorry.

Elyse said...

It's okay. Thank you though. It was for the best, I believe.