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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