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?”

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