They used you,
The few,
To get to your friend,
To her bend,
They started rumors,
From little murmurs,
It spread quick,
Stuck like a tick,
She was discriminated,
Started to be rated,
On the bottom of the scale,
Like she was a fail,
She felt lost,
Like she had no cost,
You felt bad,
Not a little tad,
You didn't understand,
Why you couldn't land,
This riddle,
Its harder to play then a fiddle,
She had hope,
But you couldn't cope,
Its was because of you,
What should you do,
You couldn't forget it,
The shoe didn't fit,
How could this happen,
The world began to blacken,
All in one day,
But she said it was okay.
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The Process
PoetryLife is a process, each day you step closer to your death. Life it while it's there, you could easily lose it.
