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Defeat
The feeling inside her had over-stayed its welcome.
The time she waited was overdue.
She could not wait any longer.
She decided it was time to give her a clue,
To do what she needed to do.
All she remembered was
The rocks in her arm,
The color of her hands,
The boisterious cheer
Of all of her fans.
She wasn't surprised at what she'd done,
Until she tried to ignore
The question in her heart--
What had she done it for?
She wasn't broken,
Barely bruised or scratched-up,
Only her lip was bleeding
And her arm was cut up.
Onto the gravel she pushed her
Only to her dismay
Of losing that fight
The one she didn't start that day.
That bitch had it coming,
She told all her friends.
But unfortunately this one
Wanted to tie up loose ends.
The next morning people questioned her
The moment she arrived
She said it didn't matter,
She just felt so alive.
This one approached her
Later at school
She begged for forgiveness,
Hoping things were cool.
She wasn't falling for that,
Although it was a shocker.
Instead she took out her anger
And punched her into the locker.
Her friends gathered around
And helped when it was needed.
In the end they felt much better
Cause that bitch was finally DEFEATED.
The moral to the story?
Don't trust that bitchy friend.
They'll take your man and your happiness,
But get the blloody nose in the end.
