she doesn't scare me.
but sometimes stabs me.
right through the heart.
we call this spoken art.

the way those words can burn,
the way those words return.
she wins battles of the tongue,
quick breaths of the lung.

she puts me down
makes me drown
yet still thine's friend
our friendship cannot end.

but one day I'll stand
I'll stand up for myself.

I'll burn her horrid comments
let the hatred suffice.
by then I'll be sixteen
all ready for seventeen

when I'll finally rid her
I'll finally be dapper,
look down on her insides
her insecurity reveals.