Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast
I’ve always wanted to be the popular girl.
But not this way.
They talk about me, forever and ever…
How I got pregnant…
Molested by the janitor…
Had an abortion…
The lies accumulate… every schoolyear.
In a roomful of giggling, gossiping girls,
I feel more invisible than ever.
Even as they talk about me…
How I cut my wrists in the toilet…
Hanged myself from a tree…
Then haunted my tormentors.
Lies.
My tormentors grew up fine.
They probably became your parents.
You cry at the rooftop.
Like I used to…
I whisper soothingly in your ear:
Just one step…
The Eclectic Eccentric 