I start a count.

1..2..3…

Here it goes.

She can’t do that…

That’s not what you were taught…

Act like your peers…

This is how to do it…

So society says,

“Can you believe she did that”

“What happened?”

“ I guess she slept with my boyfriend,

Right behind my back”

“How shitty of a world we live in,

Where girls don’t look out for each other”

“It’s sad really”

“I feel bad for girls who don’t”

“ girl code, lol”

“It’s easy to fake smile knowing what she did”

Couldn’t they say the same…?

“Must be easy being a fake hoe

Trynna get with a junkie.”

 

A new count

4...5...6…

“How do I tell a friend

I hate who they’ve become?”

“She’s changed”

I hope so.

“She’s going down the literal worst path”

“Don’t want her to become

Some drugged out hooker

Standing outside the house of blues”

Called out again.

 

New story,

7… 8… 9…

“You’re a fucking loser”

“You’re going nowhere”

“You smoke cigarettes?”

“You’re the worst”

Don’t come home--

I won’t.

STOP!

You make assumptions,

Why don’t you talk to me?

You don’t know who I am.

Have you asked?

Bothered to notice?

I got accepted to colleges

I won’t be able to even go to.

How is my mental health?

I felt alone.

But don’t worry,

I’ll be fine .

Just an FYI,

I’l find my own way.

I’ve got me before anyone else.

Final count; 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9

… 10;  you don’t even know me.

Where is your proof?