You (Slut), Me (Bystander)

Always talking, running your mouth,
You have a different boy every night at your house.
You wear clothes too tight,
And flirt with all your might.
You're getting on my last nerve,
And I can't wait until you get what you deserve.
So, for now I'll sit back,
And watch as you attack.
You catch those boys deep in your trap,
They're lost without a map.
You disgust me and yet others envy you,
I bet there isn't a boy in this school you wouldn't do.
You look down on me because I don't give in,
You laugh at me because I don't take part in your sin.
I've seen the way you walk around, your chest hanging out your shirt,
Your arse hardly covered by your skirt.
I don't know how you get away with it,
But you're like a bottom-less pit.
A shag in the morning, right before school,
It helps you think you're cool.
And yet I listen to my music, blaring it too loud,
And you laugh and taunt but I don't hear a sound.
"Hey, bitch, all alone again"
You question in a bubbly voice, poking your arse out for the men.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? Or are you just naturally this dumb?"
I keep my cool and silently begin to hum.
"Hello? Okay, bitch, you can't talk now?
You're not worth my time any how!"
You turn and walk away,
And I laugh, waiting for the perfect day.
After school, you see me walking home,
"Oh, poor thing, everyone wants to leave it alone."
My anger builds, but I try to be good,
But I knew she never would.
You spun me around and got in my face,
I thought it right to put you in your place.
I punched you hard, with all my might,
It wasn't much of a fight.
You fell to the ground, holding your nose,
"I'm the freak and yet you wear blood stained clothes?"
You run away,
Knowing we'll pick this battle up another day.