PIG HEADED
I'd been told a few times, and obviously it is true. I am pig headed and stubborn. The last time I checked though, being pig headed was not a crime, and yet here I am behind bars.
I used to be beautiful. He'll, a few years ago I could have my pick of the high school crop. I was a serial dater and it suited me fine.
I had my pick of captains and they had their pick of me: football, basketball, soccer - even the debate team, although in my defense, Phil was pretty hot for a nerd. I dated them all, got what I needed, and moved right along.
I was happy. They got more out of the deal than I did really. If you knew me then, you would have wanted in on the action too.
O had a unique look, but I was by far the most attractive girl in the school, if not the city. I have them what they wanted, and they have it right back.
Again, not a crime.
Yet I find myself now, on this curious position. When I broke up with the boys, people would ask why.
"Are you crazy, he's the quarterback," they would say.
It didn't matter after a tome to me who they were, I would het bored.
The boys would call me a pig when I broke up with them. The nice ones anyway. The not so nice ones would call me worse and I would laugh, knowing full well it was only because my rejection had hurt them.
My best friend used to say I was pig headed, a stubborn princess. I would brush it off every time.
And yet here I am today, a pig through and through. It makes no sense.
Did I die and get reincarnated this way? Is it a hex? Whatever the case, I am a pig imprisoned. Not how I imagined it would turn out to say the least, yet here I am.
You have to admit though, even for a pig, I'm looking pretty good.
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