i wrote this for my friend. to explain the way i feel. the way she makes me feel, ever since we got into middle school she is so caught up into being the best.
here is is:
~THE WAY YOU DONT SEE, THE WAY YOU TREAT ME.
~
i always try to talk to you,
about the pain you cause me.
i am hurting so bad,
but this, you can not see.
you go on, leaving me behind,
i fear losing a friend.
who i care for so much,
but it is coming to an end.
your getting caught up:
in all of the popularity,
and being the very best,
but you dont even see it sara,
the way you were before was your very best.
the person that you really are,
deep down inside,
the person who was this,
but now living in lies,
against her own self.
when i try to tell you this,
it ends in arguments and fighting.
which is the last thing i wanted with us.
i dont want the bickering, and the biting.
from that one day.
i walked into a full classroom,
seeing so many new faces,
just ready to grow and bloom.
but this little fourth grade girl,
red hair, and paled face,
and i plopped down in a seat next to her,
not knowing we would become such great friends
in that very place.
