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The year She became

Popular

Was amazing

She wore cute,

Flashy,

Attention-grabbing clothes

Makeup circled Her eyes

People turned to

Stare

She grew into Her body.

Loooooooooong legs

Strutting on Her personal

Runway

The school was Her

Castle

"Mine

All mine."

That's when everything

Changed


Foul words

Splattered the once

Hallowed ground

Anger and jealousy

Plagued the land.

The Populars

Turned away

Because of old friends.

An old life,

That didn't meet their standards

An old life still clung to Her,

Desperate.

She cut them off,

Severed all ties.

She broke

Best friends

Glasses, then

Pointed and laughed.


Hurt,

Defeated,

Best friend retreated,

Deep into

Herself.

Best friend cried

And She was not there.

Best friend was as

Silent

As a shadow,

Which is what Best friend had become.


She never noticed.

She simply laughed, and

Remembered

With disdain those days,

Wasted with

Best friend and books and nerd talk.

Days which could have been spent

Flirting, the most important thing in Her life,

Or shopping, the second most important thing .

She never saw

The sun

But she knew

When the rain came.


The sun never shone

On Best friend.

Best friend simply cried,

And no one held her,

Or told her she would be

Okay.

Best friend found

People

They gave her things,

Things

That made her happy.

Best friend hadn't felt

Happy

In a long time.

Best friend liked these

People

They laughed at her,

And made things okay.

They gave her things,

Things

That made her

Forget.

Best friend liked to

Forget.


When the rain came

So did she.

Pregnant

With some guys baby

That she met at a

Party.

She was no longer

Pretty

She was

Petty.

She lost everything,

And gained

Nothing.


Best friend looked

Down

In disgust and told Her

"No."

She cried on her knees

Best friend was

Unforgiving,

Uncaring,

"You deserve

Everything

You get."

Best friends hair was

Black,

When did it become

Black?

Her hair is blonde,

It was brown before.

She cried

Best friend

Pointed and laughed.


She went home,

Tired and hated.

No one

Was there.

She cried but

Best friend wasn't there to

Hold her, to

Tell her everything is okay.

She tested the belt,

Good and strong.

Lacing it to her shelf,

She hung herself,

Like a twirling

Christmas ornament.


Best friend was at a

Party.

Not the good kind.

Best friend saw

Colors,

Swirls,

Music.

And she was

Happy

Forgetting

Until Best friend realized

She was there,

Looking like her old self

They were in two

Separate places

But together.

The

Druggie

And

The Popular.

Doing stupid things

Like old times

That end

Badly

But together.


She was

Discovered

Almost immediately,

And everyone was Her

best friend again.

No one was surprised at

Best friends death,

And no one pretended

To care.


From high above

Her and Best friend

Watched

And patted the seat

Beside them,

Sweating and waiting

For those others

Who had

No idea

What awaited them.

They pointed and laughed

While Hells fire
Burned




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