Mean girls.
They don't know what it feels like to

Walk alone.
They don't know how bad it feels to

Cry all the way home.
They don't know how angry I feel when they

Laugh at me.
And get all those boys I like to

Laugh with them.
All they do is point out my

Flaws.
I know they're there but I try and look like I

Don't care.
I sit in front of them but I can still feel them

Stare.
They don't understand me and I don't understand

Them.
They don't have real names to me they're just

Hate
Mean
Jealous
Spite
Bitch

That's all they are.
But they still hurt me because I'm still just a

Little girl.
Alone in this world.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
Poke a needle in my eye,
If I die before I wake
I pray that all their hearts will break,
Like they broke mine.
I hope they turn as ugly as they made me out to be,
I hope that nothing turns out for them the way they wanted it to be,
I hope with all my heart they die unhappy,
Amen.