Naylene's Book Of Poems

It Keeps Replaying In My Head

In a flash,

It turned from playing around to leaving a mark on my face.

They asked me if i was okay, I just went to the bathroom,

They followed me, too.

I just wanted to be alone, Couldn't they just let me cry in peace?

Of course not,

Talking about slapping her back,

I'm not that type of person,

I teared up and sat on the floor.

I've never been hit on my life so it hurt mentally more than anything you could say,

15 minutes later I was fine and laughing,

Still, though,

I wish she hadn't had done that,

Sure, It was a reflex,

But it still hurt,

My friend was the first person to ever slap me

It's done and over with,

I just keep thinking about it.

What if she did it on purpose?

She was laughing,

She could have been lying,

But how do i know?

Exactly,

I don't.