Mean Girls

Before our break up, we were a perfect group

Popular, smart, and happy

the perfect girls at school

gossiping about drama

everyone being envious of us

One small wrong action

and now they’re all against me

all the things they know

I once trusted them

Following are whispers

and being excluded 

by the people that I once spent

everyday with

Relentless insults to belittle,

demean, and hurt me

Deep emotional scars,

I felt powerlessness

But now,

I will take back control

and say goodbye to my fake friends

I have no regrets,

they know what they have done



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