Its not just you.
Contributed by
lilou
on
Saturday, 11th September 2010 @ 12:01:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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When I first started high school,
I was best friends with her,
My mother did tell me,
I listened to her I swear,
But the others they seemed to like her,
And what could I do,
If the only one that hated,
Was you, according to you
So I came on the first day
And everything was fine,
I didn’t make any close mates,
Coz she was mine
I went tthrough phases
Through my primary school days,
I liked her, I hated her
Alas! My foolish ways.
So the phase in high school,
Was cool, was new
I thought she grew up,
I should’ve thought it through
So she leaves me in the hall,
With a shiny new present,
All to herself,
A best friend, how pleasant
So I got in with the nice crew,
Who treated me with respect,
I didn’t have a best friend,
But I was alive, not left
So she circled in the friend groups,
Pushing out one each time,
People had anger,
Just like mine,
But stupid me
Accepted her it was done,
It was me her and girl number 2,
But she had to have one
Me and number 2 got closer,
And she was one of them,
Tagged on the end,
Sitting on the hem
So she twisted things around,
And went for number 2,
I was left out,
That’s it I was through,
But I wasn’t going to give up
No not me ,
I hung on with my nails,
Like a leaf to a tree
Number 2 was In a bad time,
But the bully, she just got mad,
She had her didn’t she?
So why was she so sad?
So she ignored number 2,
But only for a while,
She came back to her,
And lied something vile.
How can I be mates with you 2,
When You hang round with her?
After all the things shes done to me
Shes horrible I swear.
I stepped back in a amazement,
She was talking about herself,
No ofcourse its me.
Its always someone else.
But I, I laughed,
Coz she’d gone too far,
Me n number 2 knew ,
She’d broke down, like a car.
So we left it for a while,
And moved around the groups,
But me n number 2 knew,
We were mixing in wrong soups.
So we sorted things out by keyboard,
And now I think were friends,
So we talked to other people,
And here is where she ends,
Because nothing really beats,
Finding out its true,
Everyone hates that loser,
Its not just you.
So don’t feel blue.
Copyright ©
lilou
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2010-09-11 12:01:39]
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