I've never been the type of girl 

who had a group of girlfriends.


I'm not familiar with the giggles

from the high school restroom.


I've never skipped through the halls

arm-in-arm with another girl.


All my closest friends have been boys.


Boys listened,

or at least pretended to,

as they stared down my blouse.


Girls always whispered rumors about me;

they judged me for how I looked

in my low-cut shirt and tight jeans.


Maybe they were jealous

that all the boys stopped in their tracks

when I walked by.


But how I cried on the shoulder

of many a boy who wanted to dry my tears

[or maybe they wanted to wet my lips.]

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: Hannah's poem on 13 Reasons Why

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