| The parties, the phone calls, the good times we shared
Nothing kept secret until my despair The phone stopped ringing, the chats too few What happened to the friends I thought I knew? Over a year later, I was more sure of my friends and so I thought we had pledged ��till the end� But everything changed when posses turned And everyone united together - against me, I learned I was chatting one night, with a friend from school When he told me of a rumor, one very, very cruel A poem was e-mailed, sent to all but me �Read it with caution,� he said bracingly I checked my email, sure enough, it was there And I started to wonder how much I would care �You shouldn�t read it,� a voice in me screamed But the desire of knowing from within me streamed Had I listened to the voice inside My heart would be unbroken, the tears would be un-cried I could have sworn that my heart had skipped a beat And that was when depression and anger began to compete I sat at my desk, the words in my eyes As I read that email again and again, trying not to cry �I wish she would get hit by a truck,� it read �She�s a bitch, a whore,� were the things she said I knew who wrote it, but I didn�t know why How could anyone wish for another to die? But the hardest thing of all, for me to see was �Why did she say these things about me?� Then the walls of realization came crashing down I heard the phrases in my head, the loudest of sounds Was that all I was worth now, after all I had done The victim of the gladiator that shouldn�t have won? Now a week later, still lost and confused My heart still misguided, my trust badly bruised The lessons were twisted, old sayings replaced With hate they were infused, with lies they were laced �Do unto others as you would have them do to you� Is the lesson that, in my life, I found to be most untrue Looking into my past, my actions, my thoughts I was flirting with disaster - too many losing battles I fought I thought that summer would turn the tables of fate But I realized they wouldn�t, just a moment too late Confrontations are expected, that standard yet to be met But I can say this is one summer I will never forget. |
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