They stand
They sit
They make fun of
They embarrass
They purposely hurt
Those beneath them
They know who they are
They know who they’ll become
And I’m not one

Friends they have
Fake and real
Minions to support them
When they fall back
Minions to agree
To everything they say
Call them their equals
And then turn their backs
I’m not one of them

They pretend to give you sympathy
When you cry and can not stop
But when they walk away
They laugh and mimic you
Close enough for you to hear
It hurts, it does
Weakens your spirit
Makes you cry harder
It stings
I would know
So I’m not one of them
I’ll never be one of them