This poem was written when I was in 8th grade. There was this person that started stuff in our little circle of friends, and evidently, to this day, spilt our group into two. I dedicate this poem to her. Thanks a lot.

To You Whom It Concerns...

I�m sorry, that�s it, we�re no longer friends,
Be gone, away, this is the end.
Hidden, concealed, so it might have seem,
Don�t think I�ve noticed your little scheme?

You think it�s funny, twisting the facts,
No one likes your manipulative acts.
I hate your mouth, and it�s gossiping sounds,
I�ve heard the rumor that�s been going around.

You come up to me, all kind and nice,
Then go behind me and backstab me twice.
You think I�m happy, the day I was ditched?
Go get a life, you two-faced lying bitch.

I�ve tried to forgive you up �til today,
I hope you have enjoyed your stay.
�Cause this is really my final farewell,
Now will you ever so kindly go burn up in Hell.