“Goodie-two-shoes!” they call her; “She doesn’t know how to have fun.” They ignore her, prank her, and laugh at her every move. They abuse her nice personality to benefit themselves. They are mean and ruthless, but she doesn’t dare not call them her friends. Afraid she’ll make enemies instead. “What are true friends?”
Thursday, February 17, 2011
If Looks Could Kill
“You’re gorgeous!” I told her.
“I don’t believe you.” She replied.
“You’re smart, pretty, and loved!”
“I am not. I am none of those things,”
I whispered, “You are perfect for you are me.” She took her life and mine too. I was her reflection, in the mirror that convinced her she wasn’t good enough.
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