Yellow Cardigan Monologue

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Yellow Cardigan:

Just when I was going to take off my shoes
There on the rooftop I can clearly see
A girl with pretty long braided hair there before me
Despite myself I go and scream,

"Please don't do it!"

Wait a moment what did I say?
I really couldn't care less either way!
And to be honest I was somewhat pissed
That was a good opportunity missed!

The girl with braided hair spoke her woes,
I have heard it all before.
"I thought that he might be the one.
But then he told me he was completely done."

Are you serious? I can't believe
That for some reason you got here before me!
Are you depressed because you can't have what you wanted?
You're lucky that your heart has never been broken so many times!

"I'm feeling better, thanks for listening." …show more content…

Today's the day!
Just as I was taking both of my shoes off,
There was a girl as short as can be,
Despite myself I go and scream.

"Please don't do it."

The petite girl told me her woes,
I have heard it all before.
"Everyone ignores me and they steal.
I'll never fit in with anyone here."

Are you serious? I just can't believe
That for some reason you got here before me!
Everyone still loves you at home!
There is always dinner waiting on the table for you, you didn't know?

"I'm hungry."
With her final words she shed a tear, and then she disappeared

And like that, there was someone almost every day.
I listened to their tale and turned away
And yet there was no one who
Would do the same for me the way I could

Up the rooftop there I go
For the very first time there I see,
A girl with the exact same pains as me!
Having done this time and time again.
She wore a bright yellow cardigan.

"I just want to stop the scars that greet me at home."
That's what the girl in the cardigan said.

"Please don't do it."

Wait a moment what did I just say?
I really couldn't care less either

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