Long brown hair she loves,

But really looks like dead grass.

Bright blue eyes that she think make her unique,

But really couldn’t be more common.

I hate her.

With all that’s in me.

It’s exhausting sometimes.

When she looks, no glares at me

She looks like a horse chocking.

The boys’ knees go weak when they see her,

Herding around her like bunnies do round Snow White.

But while she’s kind towards them,

I see who she really is.

A liar.

A fraud.

She gossips about her dearest friends.

Spreads rumours about people who have caused her no harm.

People like me.

And even though I try to play nice,

My blood starts to boil when I hear a new rumour.

She should learn to keep her mouth shut,

Mind her own fucking buisness,

Or she might never speak again.

I’ll make sure of that.

Hello my lovlies!!

I am in fact still alive, but school has been suuuuper stressful 🥲

I should be doing my greek and latin homework right now, but I’m ✨procrastinating✨

(I actually love latin but greek… meh.)

Thank you for reading :)