Friends Close; Enemies Closer

A poem on how you always keep your enimies close but they will always always stab you in the back and make you cry but as girls we biologically can't ignore them.

Sleep over my house; say mean things about my mum the next day

Spend my money; call me a poor loser the next day

Befriend my bully on Facebook; I guess you would have so much in comman

Ask me for fashion advice; then call me a fashion reject to the next person around

Hate on the way I look; well Honey you not a looker yourself anyway

Best friend; I don't even think you know what that word means

I'm gaining weight; thats funny coming from you

Flirting with my boyfriend; words can't decribe what a person you are

Friends are close; yes they are and enemies like you even closer

The End

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