They walk in packs
like wild tigers
up and down the halls
they smile for all the boys
and flip there long hair extensions
they Carry daggers in their purses
Just incase you do them wrong
they are your friend when your around
but the Minute you turn and leave
they laugh they prod and nit pick, until the break of dawn
they make sure your uninvited to all the things they do
there elevator eyes go up and down as they walk past you
high school is a jungle
we are ranked with hierarchy and status
and we all know our place
but those who dare venture out of there cliques are eaten for lunch
and are cast aside with broken hearts and black eyes
but in the end there cliques will all come crumpling down
because in search of there own food
they will destroy themselves
