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?