I Hate the Mall

You wanna know why? If not stop reading, if so...

I don't like the mall because Of all the pretty girls.

I don't like the mall because of All the Pretty Girls With their boyfriends.

I don't like the Mall because it makes me feel ugly and insignificant.

I don't like the mall because I've been told time and time again that I'm beautiful...But when it comes down to it all I don't feel the part.

I don't like the Mall because they all look so happy...I know their not...But they still look happy.

I don't like the mall because I say I don't wanna be like that, but really... I do.

I don't like the mall because of all the photos of those perfect girls, with the blonde hair and Blue Eyes...

I don't like the mall because I try on the "popular" outfits and I never seem to be able to pull it off.

I don't like the mall because It reminds me of Public school...

I don't like the mall because for the whole time I'm in the mall I feel suffocated, misplaced, ugly, stupid, not worth anything... And I don't think there is anything that will or would change that.

I don't like the mall because it reminds me what I really think of myself.

I don't like the mall yet I'm there... Wandering around, trying to laugh it all off... Im there doing things I knew I shouldn't have been doing... I'm there...Desperately trying to look like or be one of those f@cking carbon copies that I despise so much...


(c) Bonnie B.