The Morning After (Poetry)

Am I the same girl that I was last night?
This morning’s mirror has me looking pale
Perhaps it’s the low wattage of the light
Sly with shadows, bruised by sun’s betrayal

This morning’s mirror has me looking pale
Last night’s party left me in a daze
Shadow-haunted, battered by betrayal
Of late, I’m going through a needy phase

I left the party in a kind of daze
Who was that girl he smiled at in the hall?
Of late, I’m going through a needy phase
So, I could have got it wrong. It’s possible

But I’m sure he smiled at that girl in the hall
She reminded me of someone I once knew
Though probably I’m wrong — it’s possible
I got upset and told him we were through

She reminded me of someone I once knew
A kid at school — poor little rich girl sort
No problems — all that money saw her through
The apple of her daddy’s eye — dead spoilt

Oh, that bitch at school — the snooty, spiteful sort
The one who used to give me a hard time
She was the teacher’s pet — indulged and spoilt
Miss Popular, who judged herself divine

That one who used to give me a hard time
Might not be her but now I’m set to fight
I’ll reclaim what has been taken. He was mine
I am not the bullied child I was last night