unimportant, because you overlook my uniqueness.
alone, because you can't see below the surface.
forgotten, because you prefer other friends.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Regret
To think of how things could have been.
To remember how I ignored you.
To remember how hard you tried.
To remember each word I said.
To remember you calling after me.
To remember how they didn't understand.
To think you knew I was different.
To know where you are.
To wonder if you remember.
It Hurts
When you told me you liked me because you liked having pretty friends.
When you act surprised whenever I am happy.
When you told me I had an unattractive body type.
When you take my place.
When you copied my messages and sent them to her.
When you asked what I was trying to accomplish with my hairstyle.
When you only act like a friend when I have drama, news, or something good to tell you.
When you complain about being left out, but then make me the outsider.
When you competed for better grades but called me an overachiever whenever I beat you.
When you ruined my friendship.
When you say you'll do better online, but never change in person.
When you act surprised whenever I am happy.
When you told me I had an unattractive body type.
When you take my place.
When you copied my messages and sent them to her.
When you asked what I was trying to accomplish with my hairstyle.
When you only act like a friend when I have drama, news, or something good to tell you.
When you complain about being left out, but then make me the outsider.
When you competed for better grades but called me an overachiever whenever I beat you.
When you ruined my friendship.
When you say you'll do better online, but never change in person.
It Hurts
When you only tell me what you dislike about the college I'm going to.
When you put down science and math because they're not your strengths, though they are mine.
When you take me for granted.
When you rave about your future plans, but rarely ask about mine.
When you choose trivial attention from others over a deeper friendship with me.
When you say you don't care about being a serious pianist when I talk about my senior recital.
When you leave me out, but don't want to be left out yourself.
When you think you get people, but you don't get me.
When you move on to people who won't confront you.
When you talk about our friendship with other people, but never with me.
When you put down science and math because they're not your strengths, though they are mine.
When you take me for granted.
When you rave about your future plans, but rarely ask about mine.
When you choose trivial attention from others over a deeper friendship with me.
When you say you don't care about being a serious pianist when I talk about my senior recital.
When you leave me out, but don't want to be left out yourself.
When you think you get people, but you don't get me.
When you move on to people who won't confront you.
When you talk about our friendship with other people, but never with me.
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