Loathing

Every teenage girl knows what it's like to have to face that guy the next day.

His smile like daggers in my heart
Its blade slicing my throat
Unable to speak
He's tearing me apart

As I walk past him my head bent low
He turns to flash me that ever popular blade
Its silver sheen glinting in the light
Blinding me

Some say it resembles the sun
Yet I know the truth
His smile
The dagger that cut out my tongue

It has been sharpened to perfection
Cleaned and polished unitl it shined
Yet still I see it dripping in blood
The blade that is his smile