The Anti-Clarissa Pact

In sixth grade, I was always the starter of fights

I never called my mistakes my own

Little did I know that later, my mistake still haunts and bites

I was sick of being pushed down

I was going into middle school soon, and I wanted to fly rather than fall

I hid my bruises from my mom

I finally decided I needed to call it

Abigail had drawn it on too long

The “Anti-Clarissa Pact” became the death of me

I felt it deeper than I ever thought was possible

Little did I know that forgiveness was the key

Back then, it didn’t seem plausible

Abigail made our friends choose

Only two stayed by my side

with nothing to lose,

I waved goodbye

Two years later, I took the first step

I reached out and apologized

I was tired of keeping my feelings kept

And the lesson I learned, I will always have memorized

Don’t be afraid to admit your mistakes

Be careful who you choose for friends

And be kind to everyone around you, no matter what they did to you