twenty-seven.

I fucking hate Jolene
with her flaming hair
and her stupid bow
and the way she smiles

I fucking hate Jolene
with her sea green eyes
and her pretty hands
and the way she cries

I fucking hate Jolene
she's nicer
she's smarter
she's funnier

everyone fucking loves Jolene.

all I can see
is her red hair
flashing past my fingertips
gasping her way past me in a flash
the crowd goes wild

(I'm second place in a race against myself
isn't that just pathetic)

I fucking hate Jolene
we're the same
both suffering
from the same kind of pain

except of course
she's suffering
more than I ever will

so everyone loves her
she's adored
more than I'll ever be

I'm breathing her air
I'm stealing her friends

I'm a Jolene
without the hair
without the bow
without the eyes
without the hands

without the suffering

they don't need me
I don't need me
why would they
when they have Jolene?