Barbie is two-faced,
the bitch.
I poured my heart out to her,
cried over her ash blond hair
and she swore she'd never tell
another soul
but I know she did
because Annie from school found out
and told my whole class.
Two-faced
bitch.
I asked her why she told
but she just stared
with her vacant gaze
and told me nothing.
Demure with her tiny waist
and heaving plastic breasts
she sat and glared.
Two-faced bitch.
Smug blue eyes
that never cry,
no blotchy snot-smeared
face for Barbie.
Who could ever make her feel
the way I do?
I'll wait until Ken drops her
for a younger model
and then she'll come running
back to me
begging for companionship.
I will have forgotten her,
moved on, grown up,
become busy with other things
and it will be her turn
to cry alone.
Two-faced bitch.