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The Final Showdown
There’s nothing icier than a smile
Meant to kill
Watch out! It’s sharp
You duck to no avail
They come at you faster, more numerable
Jump! Sidestep! Run!
Her eyes are bottomless pools
With deadly shapes underneath
Her golden hair whips around her
Each strand sharper than before
AH! It got you!
Her worst weapon though has yet to come
There will be no way you can escape this time
You know that it is the final showdown
Don’t capitulate just yet
They laugh at the weak ones
Go down fighting
Against her torrent of words
Fat, Ugly, Slow, Dumb, Idiot
They each twist the knife in farther.
It’s public show that everyone watches
But no one helps you.
The words come faster now
Whoosh! Ha! Look at her!
You feel the silvery liquid of tears run down your face
Can anyone help? Why won’t anyone help?!
Then the final blow comes
You don’t see it coming. How could you?
You didn’t think anyone would be that low. Or gullible
Your best friend walks over to you
A sigh of relief passes your lips
It stops short when you see where she’s headed
Away from you and your pain
Linking arms, your friend and tormenter turn
At least she took your suffering away
But it all comes rushing back
When it turns back to look at you
With a smirk pasted on her face
She sends one last blow to you
And away they walk, not looking back.