Pretty Little Thing

A slightly childish poem about petty envy

She's a pretty little thing

Wavy hair, great big smile.

She has a way about her

that makes the boys stare for a while.

Forever flirting to get what she wants,

I'm mind boggled at the confidence she flaunts.

 So, I sit from afar cautiously admiring whilst licking my wounds

from the painful shots she's been firing. 

Envious and disdainful as I may be

A part of me wants to be like her

but I'm not like her at all.

I've got straight hair, a moderate smile;

But I lack the charm and I don't stand as tall.

I'm not overtly confident, or flirtatious

I don't flaunt what I have and I'm much less tenacious.

Thus, forever in the background I stay,

with my clothes all out of style.

Forever overshadowed by pretty little things

with the great big smiles.

Reviews

[Willys Watson]

Acute observation about life seen through just about every wall-flower who's ever lived. The irony of this is that it's usually the wall-flowers who truly shine later in life. It's hard to convince them of this when they're a certain age, but that early physical beauty and charm usually does not carry the pretty little things too far into adulthood. The wall-flowers tend to develop more than their physical façade and brains and talents carry them into becoming writers, artists, thinkers and innovators.