My Group Of 9 Poem by jess buying

There was a group of nine
And together they were just fine.
One of the girls always lied,
So all of the other girls cried.
Not one of them knew what to do,
All woundering if what they heard was true.
Together they were all hurting so,
Hoping there was nothing more to know.
None of them wanted to make it eight,
Or replace her with another mate.
But what other choices where there?
Because being hurt wasnt fair.