I saw you in the bathroom, writing on the stalls.
I went in next, looked at the markered walls.

I was sad, for the words were meant for me.
I turned the lock and sat down. How could she?

"What a drama queen, Olivia and her fake smile.
Doesn't she know she didn't fool us by a mile?"

I spotted an arrow pointing to another,
an emotion I couldn't smother.

"No she doesn't so stop picking on my friend.
She holds the world together in her arms bend."

Pride, I had a good friend that actually cared.
The only problem though, was she hadn't dared.

To write her name beside the message on the stall.
Sometimes though a name means nothing at all.