Squirt
Bluelight Crew
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- Apr 13, 2000
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tonight was the night to wear my long, red dress,
to fix my hair with my home-made rose clips,
to perfect my make-up application with my green eye-shadow and burgundy lipstick,
to reach average height with my five-inch platform dress shoes,
to dance my heart out with my friends to a dumb, cheesy band,
to feel like a girl,
instead of a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
oh, i wore the red dress,
and the rose clips,
and my bright green eye-shadow,
and my platforms,
and i danced my heart out,
and, dammit, i felt like a girl.
until you decided that you weren't going to pay attention to me.
i dressed up partly for you, dammit,
and you hardly even noticed.
you shrugged off the phrase "you look nice,"
in passing no less.
instead, you turned your back to me and
started dancing with her;
not me,
her,
and i had to sit back
and watch it,
and deal with it,
and pretend like it didn't infuriate me,
and tell myself i wasn't a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
did you know that it took all my will-power to not jump up and tear her hair out?
to not jump up and not smack you across the face in front of everyone?
of course not - you didn't talk to me all night.
i'm tired of holding pretenses -
i'm tired of acting like i like her when i really detest her presence.
i'm tired of hiding how i feel about you so she doesn't get hurt.
i'm tired of not knowing what's going on inside your head.
so here it is, plain and simple:
i want to be with you.
i want to have an "us" with you.
i don't want you to ignore me when i'm dressed up for you.
i don't want you to ignore me at all.
i don't want alcohol to be the only reason you pay any attention to me.
i want you to treat me like a girl,
and not like a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
welcome to the third annual holiday ball.
don't forget to pick up your souvenir picture frame on your way out.
[This message has been edited by Squirt (edited 02 December 2001).]
to fix my hair with my home-made rose clips,
to perfect my make-up application with my green eye-shadow and burgundy lipstick,
to reach average height with my five-inch platform dress shoes,
to dance my heart out with my friends to a dumb, cheesy band,
to feel like a girl,
instead of a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
oh, i wore the red dress,
and the rose clips,
and my bright green eye-shadow,
and my platforms,
and i danced my heart out,
and, dammit, i felt like a girl.
until you decided that you weren't going to pay attention to me.
i dressed up partly for you, dammit,
and you hardly even noticed.
you shrugged off the phrase "you look nice,"
in passing no less.
instead, you turned your back to me and
started dancing with her;
not me,
her,
and i had to sit back
and watch it,
and deal with it,
and pretend like it didn't infuriate me,
and tell myself i wasn't a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
did you know that it took all my will-power to not jump up and tear her hair out?
to not jump up and not smack you across the face in front of everyone?
of course not - you didn't talk to me all night.
i'm tired of holding pretenses -
i'm tired of acting like i like her when i really detest her presence.
i'm tired of hiding how i feel about you so she doesn't get hurt.
i'm tired of not knowing what's going on inside your head.
so here it is, plain and simple:
i want to be with you.
i want to have an "us" with you.
i don't want you to ignore me when i'm dressed up for you.
i don't want you to ignore me at all.
i don't want alcohol to be the only reason you pay any attention to me.
i want you to treat me like a girl,
and not like a dirty, ugly pile of scum.
welcome to the third annual holiday ball.
don't forget to pick up your souvenir picture frame on your way out.
[This message has been edited by Squirt (edited 02 December 2001).]
