“HEATHER”
(this is based on how.. heather might’ve felt when the song reached her, having to be the Heather she didn’t want to, um… and in this article. I am
representing the role of Heather with my perspective and experiences)
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We’ve all heard that song, haven’t we/? The song is still playing on my mind like a loop for the millionth time…
I got up from my seat and went to my mirror…
As I looked at myself and sighed, why was I Heather in others life?
Wait… I have no intention of ruining someone’s love life…
Why? I didn’t want those eyes to follow me as I walked by..
I didn’t want to be a sight for those sore eyes either…
I didn’t want them to be mesmerised.
Why am I the reason why he doesn’t kiss her?
Why am I the one she compares herself with?
I wouldn’t take the sweater if I knew. just if I knew just the polyester would hurt so much…why do they like me better?
Why do people wish to be me? I wouldn’t let him take his hand up to my shoulder if I knew I made you feel colder…
Why wouldn’t you hate me, they made an angel a villain, it is fair that you wish that… I was dead.
(Just as I realize, I also have someone whom I would like to be.)
IF THERE’S A HEATHER IN YOUR LOVE LIFE, YOU COULD BE HEATHER ON SOMEONE ELSE’S LOVE LIFE TOO.
