You're on somebody's Instagram
And as you scroll through all their posts
The ones you considered as your best friends
The ones you cared for the most
Have not one picture of you
Not even in the back
As you frantically scroll through their history
You know what they all lack
they have the pictures of their friends
they have the pictures of their food
But as you scroll to the end
You know you'll never be good enough
Quickly the tears build up
And quickly they start to fall
As you realize those friends you had
Weren't even friends at all.
You should have noticed sooner
When they made their own groups
And never did include you
Because you're not in the loop
You slowly start to understand
What really happened here
You're not the victim and
This is because it's not your crime
They never really wanted you
They never gave you the time
So you close that little Instagram
And try to dry the tears
Hoping that one day
You'll get away from your peers.
