i see it now
that i was never quite fit
for prom queen

i never had
that pretty face
or pretty laugh

or the way i
held myself
with pride

i was never
our school's angel
i was always second best

second best
if anything

but i proved
my worth
in the end

even if they
refused to
acknowledge it

because even while
the pretty faces
said their pledges

i stole the show
and walked out
my heels clicking behind me

knowing that
this town
was never better than me

and they were speechless
because they knew
that i possessed a power

one that they'd never have
or even begin
to understand

and i fixed my tiara
and rose to my feet
and left

so call me pretentious
but the crown
is all i have

to hide
the hurt
of abandonment