My friends

You knew my name.
You knew everything about me.
I tried to be nice.
All the things that you have said and done.
You may think I never knew about them.
But word travels fast.
I'm telling you to your face.
I'm standing here for myself.
You don't know how it feels.
To be treated like this.
You don't know what it's like.
To be left out.
And you don't know how it feels.
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in.
If you could read my mind.
You might see more of me that meets the eye.
And you've been all wrong.
Not who you think I am.
You've never been nice to me lately.
I'm not asking for more.
I'm not gonna say anything.
You should know that you've changed.
And it breaks my heart.
I'm tired, tired of being treated this way.
I don't like you badmouthing my boy.
I hate that you can't even be happy for me.
Think about it my friends.
I don't know you anymore.

One of your friends.

RD