I'm sick of being that friend,
the one that texts first,
the one that keeps the conversation going
and our friendship in the works.
I'm tired of being that friend,
the one that always suffer,
but smile as I do it,
so maybe I'll get tougher.
I don't want to be that friend,
the one that gets left behind,
all ways the thinker,
but never brought to mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem