False Friend
I sit next to
the girl who hurt my friend
and I growl internally
beneath that bitter smile of mine
and I know I cannot crack
because when that happens
I cause trouble
and I hate myself
but these are the instances
where I feel the need
to become the mother wolf
who'd tear to shreds
anything that wronged her dearest ones
but I can barely stick up for myself
in instances where I am outnumbered
so who am I to think
anything would've changed
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