Them.

With their giggles.

Their tight, trendy clothes.

With their smirks.

Their gossip.

Their rumors.

And the boys!

It’s like they’re trophies, not humans.

“Let’s date!”

(1 week later)

“Actually, you’re not good enough. We’re breaking up.”

(Another week)

“Wait! I actually can’t live without you!”

(Starts flirting with another guy)

They team up.

They’re besties!

Then someone steels someone’s guy - it will rain fire for a while now.

Do they ever get tired of this game they play?

In truth, I feel bad for them.

They are weak.

They can’t survive just being themselves.

It doesn’t matter how fast they are in track,

Because someday, it’s gonna catch up with them…

I suppose I have my own issues too.

We all do.

There’s no reason to be mean.

I guess the difference between them and me is that I have now learned that it’s not my place to judge.

They haven’t yet.