A Thousand Words [1]

People. One Word. People. Period.

You tell me that everything is fine, 

Then you go and give me the cold shoulder, 

You critisize my friends, 

And I'm sick of the bickering, 

I put in my input, 

And you just call me a hypocrite when I'm trying to make the fighting stop, 

You act like my friend,

sometimes. 

You're always hanging out and fliritng with other girls, 

You call me your best friend, 

But you never own up to your words, 

You pretend to be my friend in class, 

But afterwards you make fun of me, 

My insecuireties may be a little much, 

I'm sorry, but that's just how I feel.