There is a strange bonding
That girls share
When agreeing with each other
About their friend’s
Flaws

There is a strange joy
That girls share
When joking about a habit
That would regularly make the person
Special

There is a strange building
That girls share
When they tear someone’s talents
Because they, themselves, aren’t as
Good

There is a strange power
That girls share
When influencing those close to you
To do something you wanted
But they really
Hated

There is a strange superiority
That girls share
When you leave a true pal
For someone
New

There is a strange success
That girls share
When they make someone cry
Although they say they didn’t
Know

There is a strange beauty
That girls share
When they point out
The one
Out of a million traits
That makes you
Ugly

And

There is a strange revulsion
That girls share
When they look back as adults
At all the friends they hurt
And depression they caused
Just to make themselves
In the end
Miserable