My privacy has been breached
My every thought read aloud
My sanctuary has turn into a battle field
My hopes shriveled like a dry leaf
My dreams spoiled like sour milk
My heart cracked like old pavement
This is how I am to be treated in this desolate little town
My work has been dismissed
My face has been rumored ugly
My voice has been told to sound like a thousand animals dying
My ideas are told to be false
My very word hasn’t been trusted
I show my evidence but they believe it is fraudulent
I am claimed to be madly in love with a boy I rather hate
Who claimed all this?
But an old friend
A backstabber
She has a bottomless pit for a heart
A mind laced with evil thoughts
A mouth made to spread rumors
A nose to smell a victim
A pair of hands to hold the knife
A pair of eyes to find the weak spot
A pair of ears to hear the screams
A laugh made to make her victim remember her
A pair of legs to run from the scene
A set of finger prints is all she leaves along with a knife that sticks out of her victims back
Never again will I trust her
Never again will I respect her
Never again will I show her who I am
Shun, that may be what I do but no one messes with me
No one.
