"Who are you? You are the the truth out screaming these lies. You are the truth, saving my life."

A part of me was scared that you would always have power over me.  If not direct power, you would always still be able to break me down with your loathing stares. or, prevent me from doing something with our class because I knew you'd be there.

I'm glad to have realized how over you I am.  All you really are is an old memory, shoved in the back of my mind.

I don't miss our friendship.  I don't want anything that has to do with you.  quite frankly, i don't care.  People will mention small things to me, like, "molly, ugh, he won't leave me alone!"  and I can't help but wonder, "why the fuck do you think I care?"

I'll never be able to deny that you did take the biggest part of me, then.  What you didn't get is the best of me.

so, just in case you were wondering if you still had that power,
I thought I would let you know that, sweetheart,  there's nothing you could do that could hold me down.