"THAT QUIET GIRL YOU ONCE LOOKED DOWN ON..."

Don’ get me wrong

I let you do as you blab on

exposing more of you

You don’t know me,

but that’s okay

You only want to see

certain things that go your way

You think you’re all that

so damn proud to be bad

I think you’re raving mad

I’d rather hear a meowing cat

You don’t know my friends

You think I have none

when it’s the other way around

You’ve stepped on my turf

You really had the nerve

even when I kept quiet

you still caused a riot

You don’t know my real friends,

but I do

because they can see it too:

The ugliest truth about you.

R.