Bitter

The girl’s words were harsh

Spitting words at her “friend”

Her attitude the opposite of sweet

 

Words past by

Making her “friend” cry

She wanted to stop

But anger powered over her

 

Acid ran down her face

Memories ran through her mind

At last

She walked away

Leaving nothing but hatred

And regret

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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