Bonding Through Evil Poem by Julia Luber

I am so confused by something that has nothing to do with poetry.
Nothing to do with thinking. Nothing to do with feeling, really. What
it has to do with is something that is not about language. It is about
social ostracization and people who were once friends who became enemies.
Because they all chose to protect a little killer false accuser of rape over me.
How weird. I thought I would never see her again after her false accuse of rape.
Now my old friends are friends with her. And I am so sick from it, so offended,
so shocked and so disgusted, I really don't know what to do. How could I
ever be friends with such terrible people? They've all found each other.