No More

May 7, 2012
By cheyanne23 BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
cheyanne23 BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
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We need to come an end.
I can’t do this anymore,
you hurt me so much.
I thought you were my friend.
you go through so many people acting like everyone likes you.
I told my feelings to you, my secrets,
and I told you who I liked and didn’t like.
But I only have one thing to say,

The author's comments:
this poem is about a girl and her best friend and her best friend is treating her like she is dirt on a rug. she doesn't know what to do.

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