I have a friend called Anna
And, once, to me she was like the sun
She was once different than all of the other stars in the black ink sky to me
Magical, in her own way.
I think if it was a movie
Anna would be the main character
Cause at school all the teachers loved her
And in the plays she always had the main part
The most lines to remember
The most lines to rehearse
She was always popular
Always nice.
The perfect blend of confident and wise.
Then, when I was 10
I became her friend
She was perfect.
Then.
When I first arrived in secondary school
I was quite depressed
New school
New people
Not many friends
Anna cheered me up
Gave me a tiny hamster made of glass
She was perfect.
Then.
But after a while she started to get meaner
The magic started to fade
She and her friend had always treated me like a child
But then it got worse
I started to hate her and her perfection and how I was always
Second best.
But then she apologised
Over text but still
I was happy
Then
Fast forward to today
I still walk with Anna and her friend to school
They seem to treat me as a nuisance and I feel a lot like a fool
So I don't talk much
On the way to school anymore
I keep silent while they both talk
Me, the third wheel
She's still perfect
The main character
The one everyone likes
All the boys crush on her and everyone wants to be her
And be her friend
And maybe
Maybe they still feel the magic
I felt so long ago
But even though it has faded for me
The magic's still there
The sun still glows
Though I wish it didn't.
Am I the only one who feels it?
And if I'm not, why?
What makes her
so different
So special
From all the rest?
Maybe I'm just jealous
I think that's maybe it
She's so pretty and I think
I know
That if this was a film she'd be the main character.
But who would I be?
The side character who hangs onto her every word?
The bitchy friend?
The quiet girl?
Would I even get a mention at all?
She's nice
She's better than me
But I still hope
One day
She'll realise how bad she was to me
And she'll apologise
Over text, probably.
I suppose I'm just the Icarus
Who has flown too close to the sun
And realised it's not all that great
Or fun
After all, I'm just an insecure teenager
And she's Anna
Beautiful
Chatty
Bubbly
Confident
Clever
I'm just me
But I suppose that's forever.
