Playing With Fire

They make jokes about how I didn't matter, about how no one would miss me if I died. I laughed along like it didn't bother me. Like it wasn't eating me away inside. Now the time comes to decide what I want to become. The girl who stuck around and let the world beat her to the ground or the girl who jumped, and escaped it all in a split second. Either way I'm a coward. Jokes on them, I guess. I may be the coward, but they're the ones who were to afraid to insult me to my face that they went behind my back, and to my, acted like we were best friends. No matter what worlds we're apart of, whether it be the same one or alternate realm of reality, I will always be stronger than them.