As I walk down our school hallway,
your ghostly figure roams the halls.
You hurl insults at me,
as your voice echos off the walls.
Back then, I refused to cry in front of all our peers.
I escaped into my dream world where I was safe from all my fears.

Now, I remind myself I’m not that girl who let you torture me.
I have been through life events that would’ve brought you to your knees.
I bet you’re still a mean girl
that tears other girls apart,
while I’m still the “too nice” girl
with a caring heart.

If I ever saw you now, I’d tell you that you were cruel,
and ask if it was worth my self-esteem,
just to make yourself feel cool.
And right before I walked away, I’d tell you that you were wrong,
and then, I would say thank you for helping to make me strong.