Mean Girl- Eleanora Kelly, freshman

Mean Girl

We started out friends

I could already tell

How the story ends

The word that it spelled

Something stupid like that

It really wasn’t that deep

Cool, through narrow slats

But your mean almost seeped

Now I’m your peanut gallery

As if I couldn’t hack this

Are you really that mad at me

Or am I just target practice

And you’re not yet done

Four months and change

Still beating that drum

It's actually strange

You’re try to gain social traction

In a battle zone with desks

But now I’m missing in action

I know it’s for the best

I don’t hate. Not even you.

I’m not really even mad

Your persona isn’t true

Your world is gray and sad

And if i’m so insignificant, see,

Why are you so obsessed with me?