HER

HER

I hate her. Everybody does
she is ugly. None of
the guys like her. I sometimes
see things about her written on the walls of the bathroom. I know those things
aren't true, yet, there they are. Sometimes
I write those things, too. She could be pretty
if she tried. There is someone
pretty on the inside
I think. People would like her if she tried. People want to take her out
and beat her up. I have seen her get beaten up, and have
beaten her up myself. Maybe I hate her
because everyone else does. It is the cool thing to do. She cries
because people hate her. It makes us hate her more It makes me want to run
at her and pummel her ugly face. I want to smash her
into a million pieces, but I don't
Isn't it bad luck to break a mirror?