Beginnings and Endings,

You wouldn't believe me

Truth

I cant describe it. The feelings and how, how everything was, is? With the past tense, was, or the present tense, is. It is so confusing. Past, how quickly it is forgotten. How quickly everything changes. How they Forget the grades on the last test, forget the conversations with their friends.

But it gets worse, how they forget you. The very person that they once associated with their groups of friends. But you are still forgotten, and it makes it worse. Makes seeing them in the hallway a unbearable crime, because they forgot. Bit you didn't, you didn't forget, you remember. You can remember the conversation, can't you. You can remember the friendship that lasted a sentence.

When you see them it hurts, doesn't it. They seem so carefree, bit I bet they remember. In the back of their head they know they talked to you, made you smile. Then the bell rang, then they packed up their books and left. They left, like the wind, the words you spoke hissing around you, their physical presence gone, but they are still in your heart.

Then the next week, they turn around to talk to you. You should be mad, they held a party without you. That doesn't matter though. Just the other day they passed you in the hall without a single glance your way, or a wave. Now, the present, you should be mad. But they are forgiven.

Few words are passed and yet you smile. They don't know how much it means to you that they had that conversation. Then the bell rings again, and the cycle on continued.

But the week has to end, and Friday comes. It's another day till you teach home and collapse on your bed. Tiredness is overwhelming, unbearable. It's so hard to wear a mask everyday. You know this, don't you? Or is this a facade you show me. Like everyone else, faking in the halls, scared to show their true selves because of us. Yes, us. How society lies. We say we except people don't we? Then why are we hiding?

Why are you afraid to show yourself, why am I?

Think about it.