Friends or so there called
I was told they are the best
I was told having friends was a good thing
Well who ever said this to me lied
My friends don't care
I'm not cared for
I am just one of those people they keep around
I am always left out on major things
I might as well be alone
they treat me as if i have no meaning
they talk to me as if I am lower
Lower than them
I don't know how some people do this
They have no Right
No reason to treat others this way
I am done
I am finished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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