To My Mean Girl This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

May 24, 2012
In the dark shadows of our school, you lurked
with your malice-filled eyes and your malevolent smirk.
Like a hunted animal, I knew better than to approach.
for your turf I knew better than to encroach.
You were my teacher in the lesson of cruelty,
and from our real teachers, I learned the true definition of futility.
They turned their heads and I cried at night,
truly believing that I was only in this fight.
and you went on shooting your rifle words and the horror happened again.
The brutality that happened back then,
still hurts me now and there is a scar on my heart,
a scar that I developed while constantly weeping in the dark.
You and your flock are not alone in blame for they all share blame with you,
because by standing back my peers are guilty of cruelty too.
You cannot take back the words you spoke;
you cannot put together the souls you broke.
There will always be a scar from where you ripped me apart,
and there will always be a part of me still weeping in the dark.

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bookmouse said...
Aug. 2, 2013 at 7:30 pm
Amazing. The last line really stuck with me. Know that you aren't the only one -- I don't just mean in the world, this same girl might be doing the same to other people besides you. You aren't even the only one on TeenInk to write a poem about it (There's one with a similar title: To A Mean Girl).
theweirdworder This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 3, 2013 at 5:14 pm
I know that one of them has actually and she's gotten into quite a bit of trouble for some of her stunts. The others that this poem also applies to... I don't know about them. About that poem, I'll check it out. Thanks for commenting! I appreciate it
bookmouse said...
Jul. 15, 2013 at 8:58 pm
Amazing. The last line is sticking with me. Know that you aren't alone. I don't just mean not the only one in the world, she might even be mean to other kids in your school too. You're not even the only person to write a poem about what it feels like:
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