Sweat, drenching your palms.
Your hands are clammy,
You need to stay calm.
It hits you like a double-whammy.
Inside their mind,
You see through the mask,
See what’s behind,
Remember the past.
Their head drops down,
Facing the floor.
Your heart frowns,
Just a little more.
Somewhere, deep inside,
You knew this would happen.
You only chose to decide
To let your cheeks be dampened.
Your hands make fist
But you can’t be mad.
You only wish
You weren’t so sad.
“I’m sorry.” She says
As she walks away.
Now you’re turning heads,
No matter anyway.
“No.” you say boldly,
To your ex best friend.
She turns coldly,
Not even trying to make amends.
“You’re not sorry.”
Your words come, sharp as a knife.
But you don’t worry,
You have a new life.
“You’re right, I’m not.”
She stomps out the door.
Your face is very hot,
As it comes up from the floor.
You laugh out loud,
Not a care in the world.
You look to the crowd,
Your lips now curled.
“Was that a good show?”
You ask them all.
“I hope you thought so!”
You’re still standing tall.
