POEM STARTER

‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’

Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.

Fake Friends

I thought friends were supposed to care

I thought they were supposed to help

Not rip

And tear ever last feeling

You had out

Not to have you crying rivers

On the floor

I thought they were ment to care

Not make you feel like you need to change

Be skinny

Be pretty

That’s all I feel like my friends say

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