How could you sit there and keep your chin up
When your know what your doing to her?
How can you honestly think
Your little jokes funny?
It's me she calls at 11:00 at night
Shaking and weeping
Tears rolling our of her eyes,
It's me that hugsher and calms her down
It's me who pics up her broken heart
It's me who messages you and tells you to stop
You scare her, mess with her and no one else knows
The things you do to her, and the pieces I put back together
Your friends adore you, think the world of you
But don't worry, i do know
The things you do and say,
Like "I'm so high, your hot, go out with me,"
You a liar a cheat a piece of scum,
Grow up your not funny,
Your little jokes make me sick
They're not amusing
I'm the one who you have to deal with
If you hurt my best friend again
I'm seriously not nice if you mess with my friends
Im your worst nightmare, a best friend till the end.
A/N
Ok yes I know this one sucks, no rhyme no rhythm but meh not all poems have to have them.
This poem is dedicated to my bestie Renee who had a very interesting experience so i had to write this.
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