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By CarrieN, Omro, WI

With my head held high,
feet pushing into the carpeted floor
facing forward not looking back,
I fake confidence.

You glare at me
like I’m the person
who destroyed you.
When really,
you did that by yourself.

With the stare burning
into my soul.
Making me slouch,
Pulling my head down to
look at the floor.
Trying to make me look weak,
But I fake the confidence
Not letting you win.

You had told me
that the girl with chocolate brown hair and
deep blue eyes.
Who used to be my best friend.
Wasn’t eating,
Because she only wanted attention.

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