Not again.

I should have been expecting it.

The hateful words thrown.

The haughty smile that you think is so perfect.

How you sashay away with those whores you call friends.

You ass didn't look as good as you thought it did.

I wonder how your friends would feel if they knew you were hitting on their boyfriends.

You think you can break me so easily.

You think you have some sort of power over me.

You don't.

I'm mad at myself that I didn't see it coming.

This is what? The third or the fourth time?

Each time you come back saying that you've changed.

False.

You conniving bitch.

I hate you.

How you turned my friends against me by spreading lies and rumors.

Repeating awful words.

Telling my secrets to people who had no right to know them.

You think you are better than me?

You act like a sixth grader.

Using friends and boys as pawns.

Making me feel like I'm always doing something wrong.

Pointing and laughing.

You will not push me down anymore.

And I will not let you in.

You will never turn my friends against me.

You will never knock me down.

I am too good for that now.

I will not let you do it again.

Not again.