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
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community