Cliche (A Poem)

Cliche

I hate John Hughes.

Not because he’s horrible, but because he’s set me up for heartbreak and disappointment.

I’ll never have a “Breakfast club” because the jock, the nerd, the princess, and the rebel live their own lives. And as a basket case, I just lurk, searching for the closest thing to a home.

The only people who didn’t forget my 16th birthday were my parents. I will not end up with my Jake Ryan, because he wouldn’t like me if he knew me. And even the geek doesn’t want my panties.

Don’t even get me started on “Pretty in Pink”.

I’d give anything to be Andy, not Ducky.

And it’s not even just John Hughes movies.

It like he kick-started this genre of movies filled with teenage movie cliches.

You have the main character who doesn’t quite fit in, and will do whatever's necessary to.

Or you have the mean girl who learns her lesson and is given a fairytale ending.

And of course the main character has to get the guy. Or the girl.

Then there’s the cliches you have to incorporate.

Your basic members of the Breakfast club,

Voice over to explain your pathetic life

The love triangle, in which you’re the third wheel

The declaration of love

The painful rejection

Stepping on everyone to make yourself look the best,

The big fight, followed by the stubborn refusal to accept responsibility

Kissing the asses of the people you stepped on to get ahead

Chasing the love interest down before they leave forever

The enchanting kiss in the rain

And of course, the tacky happy ending tag.

“And it was magical”

“I was finally happy”

“And life was never the same”

“I finally got (Insert correct pronoun here)”

And a happily ever after.