Shh DON’T TELL
I keep my secrets hidden from you
These words that hurt to hear
Words I etched half-heartly in the heated moment take form – a hurt that stains these pages
Set aside the burn to start again
Turning these pages tangled with delicate string
Tie my happiness in neat little bows and tell me how to be better without you
Yes I am fully aware that it is indeed a Tuesday today but how strict is the “On Wednesdays, we wear pink” rule exactly?
It’s one of my favourite quotes from Mean Girls that I can relate so well thinking about my high school years. From calling dibs on who wore what first to where you sat during lunch, you could form some sort of secret club through little acts of exclusivity – school politics were always quirky like that.
Self-titled “Drifter” in high school culture speak, I am thankful I have never experience anything like a “Burn Book” situation during the I guess “bratty drama” stage of awkward teenage life but I was no less immune to the dirty cruel game of cat-and-mouse we used to play to prove one another wrong. Once we battled our way to be on top, what did we gain from squashing the other down? Was the prize worth it?
No matter how much history we may have had together, the words we used cut through deeper than a sting. When nothing can be taken back, in times like these, we simply can do one thing: let one another go.
Do you remember your first big friend fight?
How do you solve conflict within your social circles?
Until Next Time!