Frenemy
She is known as a frenemy
Always sitting next to me
How obvious can I be?
She truly can’t see
I sit there with a tight lip
As I try to get a grip
My hatred of this friendship
Is about to slip
Hidden underneath my kindness
Is my true desire to rewind this
Friendship that could have been bliss
Has turned into a miss
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Avani Samandur, Writer/Reporter
Avani Samandur is a junior who enjoys writing and expressing her opinions on pressing issues of the world. She believes that everyone should be informed...
