IDOL MV - BTS

Do you remember that girl Pt 2

Do you remember that girl?
     Who longed to be included,
     But wasn't,
She grew strong and independant
She didn't need you

Do you remember that girl?
    Who you called a horse as you pulled her hair?
She learned to appreciate her hair
    and to have fun with it.

Do you remember her,
    she who was always criticised for her handwriting?
She works on computers and smartphones now

Do you remember how you called her four eyes?
    She wears pretty coloured contact lenses for fun
    and chose her glasses for how they made her look pretty..

Do you remember how her mom said to her
    "Looks aren't everything"
Now that girl says to the world "I feel pretty today"

When everyone rejected or abandoned or tortured her,
     She grew strong.
     She learned how to be happy on her own
     She found comfort in her books, in her music,
         in her wierdness,
         in her Otaku lifestyle.

That girl may still want friends and acceptance
But she knows she doesn't need them to be okay
She knows who she is, and what she wants

                                                                                                      ~AMirroredPool

Part 2 of this post : Do you remember that girl

Mean Girl

She says "No offence but..." and then says something completely offensive to me.

She says "I hope you dont mind but..." and then says something that she knows I will mind

She excludes me and makes me feel like a third wheel in my own friend group when she is the one who is new. And then says (to other people, mind you, not to me!) that she feels sad I took it personally. Because of course, it has to be me thats oversensitive,. I take things personally. It can't be that she was just a "mean girl".

When she hijacked my lunch plans, I said nothing. When she just automatically joined our friend group, I treated her like a friend. And THIS is how I get treated in return.

And my friend says to me "you're being sensitive". "you're just feeling anxiety and its coming out this way", It hurts.

It all hurts.

Sometimes I think why make friends at all.Its so hard to find someone who you actually click with and then something always happens. Or someone. And then you're left with your heart wide open with stab wounds and buried knives.

And pain.

Its time to practice being alone again. I know how. It just takes a little work closing the wounds.