i was seven,

you were five.

you stole my barbies

you said, "this one's mine."

you were a bully at first, i'm not gonna lie.

i'd always attracted the mean girls as best friends, don't ask me why.

i thought you had changed,

i thought you were moulded and reformed.

but the minute i left for a better opportunity,

you went back to becoming the bully that you were before.

it all makes sense now, you see,

especially since this is all

once upon a memory.