Bitches

This poem/monologue comes from the heart of a girl hurt by rumors

I'm tired of these messy bitches
stirring the pot like little witches
talk and talk and casting their rumor spells
they need to get their own life and go to hell
they can't let a girl live her life
it is them the reason we skip
it is them the reason we cut
it is them the reason we follow light
and end up in the dark
life would be so much better
if these bitches were to shut up
and yeah i'm crying
are they going to tell everybody that?
If only thier nasty rumor spells
had a reverse effect...
maybe then they would shut the hell up
and maybe learn to respect.