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I saw you in the bathroom, writing on the stalls.
I went in next, looked at the markered walls.
I was sad, for the words were meant for me.
I turned the lock and sat down. How could she?
"What a drama queen, Olivia and her fake smile.
Doesn't she know she didn't fool us by a mile?"
I spotted an arrow pointing to another,
an emotion I couldn't smother.
"No she doesn't so stop picking on my friend.
She holds the world together in her arms bend."
Pride, I had a good friend that actually cared.
The only problem though, was she hadn't dared.
To write her name beside the message on the stall.
Sometimes though a name means nothing at all.