I see my school typing, the countless tweets I see,
Those about her, each one cutting deep into
her mind,
The people buzzing as they see what has been written,
The older girls whispering as they pass or watch
her walk by,
The boys using her for what has been said, the
teachers worry about her,
The “friends” rolling eyes with no care for hers,
as they watch her name being destroyed,
The talk, the text, the tweet, the status
always about her,
The walk in the halls, the lunch by herself,
The friends she used to have, results of
a rumor started
Typing with a blind mind, no clue, no care.
Each saying what has no truth.