A poem that I made as an Creative Writing assignment last year. It is about Alison DiLaurentis, a character in the television series Pretty Little Liars.
How come a school becomes the scariest place in the world?
Go through the safe route without passing them,
The queen and her ladies in waiting,
The beauties with whom you don’t want to deal ,
The fly-higher on the top of the pyramid in the cheerleading team.
People cheer and praise and esteem,
But call them bitches behind their back.
Then who am I?
I am one of them who walk near them with head bow.
The leader straighten her leg making me tumble down
Giving entertainment to the other guys.
I brave myself to look at her in the eyes
Sending a glare though my hands tremble.
She smirks showing her damn dimple.
The worst thing is you can’t stop it.
No matter how people pity me,
They can do nothing under her tyranny.
Even her friends grimace at her being bully.
What is a leader without any followers?
You can make people fear you
But you can’t make people love you.
You are, Alison, a monster with friendly appearance
With your golden wavy hairs,
Your innocent barbie-looking face,
But has ability to create enemies.
I don’t know if you have a human heart
Having fun by spitting at the nerds
Having us wipe your sneakers.
Do you know what it’s like to walk every single day
and look at some shrine to an evil doer?
You have made my life a nightmare, Alison
Stop dissin’ me or you will get a taste of your own medicine
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too
They live inside us, inside me too
And you are the one who let it win
One night at Halloween party
Gothic finery, and unnatural decorations
Which they term ornaments, are conspicuous in hall and dress.
Creepin’ along the corridor with lifted chin
The witch has come in Lady G
Cockily swaying her hips, taking a sip of gin
No idea of what is waitin’.
Surely I am not invited, yet here I am.
Because I know how much you like the game.
I will see how much you will enjoy it.
It is more fun than ‘trick or treat’.
Karma doesn't come with a menu;
you get served what you deserve.
I want to hurt you as much as you hurt me.
Here she comes to the haunted house
I watch her every step behind Halloween mask
Barely visible with all the black clothes .
She screams and laughs by the fake ghosts.
I slide my hands through the black gloves.
I am now standing behind her, heart beating fast
She turns around seeing the knife in my grasp
Her eyes widened to inhumane size
She looks flustered and her movement stutters
A twinge of happiness in my chest seeing horror in her face
I lift the knife high into the air
And then plunged into her chest
A sick smile came across my face
As I watch the blood ooze out of her ribcage.
She coughs out blood, the soul flying out.
I take off my mask revealing a smile of triumph.
She mouths my name before let out her last breath.
I tilt my head to admire the pool of dark red.
Wait until they know the queen bee is dead.
They’ll know she’s been killed;
The bitch probably deserves it.
Link for dramatization http://www.mediafire.com/listen/j8hadsq21qu9q8g/Poem_Dramatization.mp3
