I don't wear this season.

I don't have a car.

I don't know how to dance.

I don't have my own phone.

Big deal.

You say I'm ugly.

You say I'm a prude.

You say I don't talk right.

You say I won't ever be cool.

I'm really the only one you say that to?

It's always about you, you, you, you, YOU!

It's always your poor little problems.

It's always my fault.

It's always other's flaws, never yours.

Too bad I don't care what you say.

You're cynical.

You're selfish.

You're spoiled.

You're stupid.

Can you honestly be the popular girl?

You TRIED to steal my friends.

You TRIED to steal my guy.

You TRIED to steal my look.

You TRIED to steal my gym clothes

Hey! I managed to turn you in!

What is up with you girl?

Oh yeah! I forgot the read each individual line between the poem.

The trick of the poem is to read the B-I-T-C-H.