What a fantastic group of plastics
Cold plastic is what I see
It’s all you will ever be
Whispers and actions
Divides our “family” into factions
Rumors and back-stabbing
Anger from her blabbing
“Second family” yeah right
Every single day is a fight
Walk out and leave it behind
Only to be sucked in I find
A portal of misery
Body becomes blistery
“She’s a bitch”
And “she’s a snitch”
She’s this and she’s that
But not there to bear the scratches of the cat
Looking at her back
They find solace in that fact
A knife slices through
Her last word is “who?”