My therapist asked me who influenced my rotten mind,
I told her there’s this one girl who I just can’t seem to put aside.
With long dazzling brunette hair and forestry green eyes,
And a lithe body from running far and never sitting down to dry.
Aubrey is everything my faltered body wants to be,
I want her small wrists and gentle touch I want to see that on me.
Aubrey is funny like a clown bringing joy into the circus,
I want her to fall from the tightrope and take her appearance.
The boy I liked, I was told, still has his mind on Aubrey,
Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey, you don’t see me sobbing?
All I hear these days is “Aubrey” and I’m hating you for it,
I wish you’d do something dumb so that instead you are the embarrassment.
Not me, though I’m no Aubrey, I don’t want to be shamed,
Just because I don’t have your body or hair or stupid stupid name.
I’m repeating words so I don’t slip out a bad one,
I don’t cuss but you make me a mad one,
It’s not your fault and I know it I just have something in my eye,
An apple that is you dancing I want to squeeze you and watch you die.
Oh I’m psychotic for saying the very ugly little words,
But Aubrey you’ll never get it do you know you’re the perfect girl?
Everyone I like they like you more,
Aubrey this is not fair anymore!
You’re running the track with your head held high like a champion,
Your skinny legs stepping fast like a gazelle with the girls behind you trampling.
And when boys ask for your number you laugh like it’s nothing new,
You think we are friends but oh Aubrey how is like to break you.
How are you so joyful all of the time and how do you eat icecream?
How are you still skinny eating all of the degrading things?
Aubrey I hate you with my heart, might and mind,
Watch me blow out my rage on you it’s just a matter of time.
Oh Aubrey I’m just a feeble girl who wants to be you,
Don’t take it personally that I’m saying these awful words too.
It’s not your fault you were born the way you were,
I just wish I was Aubrey with my picture perfect curls.
© Waiteing