Teenage Girl

All he does is flirt,
Usually with another girl.
I feel like it shouldn't hurt,
But it makes me want to hurl.

I'm not sure why I care,
I mean why should I?
I'm not sure why I'm there,
I mean how could I?

It kinda makes me mad,
I mean what about me?
It kinda makes me sad,
I mean how bad could I be?

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