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by Lauren Jun 5, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Why does she have to come and visit? You know I hate her so. Well if she is coming, Then I have to go. She is not a nice person, You know this for a fact. You found that out the very minute, She stabbed you in the back. I know that she thinks that, She is doing the right thing. But while she is here, No one will win. She should have stayed, Up there where she belongs. According to her, She is never wrong. A week is far too long, For her to be here. I've learnt from last time, Not to go anywhere near. It's hard sometimes, Because she thinks she is better than us. I know that's not true. I wish she would get back on that freaking bus. Soon she will leave, Some people will be sad. Certainly not me, Cause I'll be freaking glad.