And now
a week later,
I’m back at school
Ready to face Rose,
without losing my cool
I walked through the halls
with my head held up high
Let people stare at me
As I walk on by
I looked around
for long red hair
Till I was informed
that for the last week
she hadn’t been there
Upon hearing the news
I almost fainted
Rose’s perfect attendance was no being tainter
Any normal person
would feel kind of glad
To see someone suffer
after hurting them real bad
But I’m no normal person
That much is true.
Just because she hurt me
Doesn’t mean I should hurt her too.
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns
PoesiaA tale of bullying told through poetry. Rose is a popular girl who everyone loves and thinks is perfect. The one person who has seen Rose's true colors is Étoile, the girl Rose has been secretly bullying for years. *Told through Étoile's point of vi...
