I call her my frienenemy

She what is yet to be.

She hates me because I'm not like her.

"What are you doing, girl?"

She is trouble and very mean,

The things I'd rather not be.

She wrecks up other peoples houses,

I read books about talking mouses.

She walks around, very tall,

I'm actually very small.

We were friends once, her and I.

There were things we both liked.

Now she's just a witch.

I hate that ignorant bitch!