Scorned No More 

 They look 

They judge 

They turn and walk away 

 They slander 

They gossip 

They attempt to feign blasé 

 They forbid 

They deny 

They rule on who gets by 

 They laugh 

They scorn 

They love it when you cry 

 I wait 

I plan 

I get them on their own 

 I confront 

I challenge 

I show them they're alone 

 I apprise 

I warn 

I tell them who's in charge 

 I strut 

I rule 

I am now the queen writ large 

 It's a nod to all those young school girls who always felt left out.