They spit venom through their braces, wide lipped grins hiding their dangerous natures. Pony tails and sleepovers give way to insults and harsh words. They are the pretty ones, the ones from good families, the ones you want to be friends with. Look out for them, go your own way Belle! 🎶 don’t you worry your pretty little head, people throw rocks at things that shine🎶. You sparkle, you are kind all the way through. I see you. Those girls don’t. They can’t.
Mean girls are sad little girls that turn into mean women. Keep your heart soft, and your eyes open. You are a beautiful lighthouse .