Cliche Poem by Abigail Paul

Cliche,
Both my favorite and least favorite word,
The epitome of the status quo,
An ancient trope I hope the world soon forgets,
Yet I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into one.

Cliche is conventionally pretty face who is neither popular nor a social leper,
Cliche is her petite frame with a sharp tongue,
Cliche is the triangle she thought she got herself out of,
Cliche is how wrong she was,
Cliche is the boy who pushes her up against the wall,
Cliche is how he makes her feel.

She has become her own worst fear,
No not her parents,
No not bored,
No not dead,
But just another cliche stuck in a perpetual cycle caused only by herself and herself alone.