What's it like to have a friend?
Someone to love,
Someone to trust with your secrets.
I haven't had a friend in years.
And on the outside, it looks like I have lots.
People I talk to,
People I spend time with.
But don't be mistaken,
These people are not my friends.
Because when I'm not around,
They talk about how much they don't like me.
And when I'm talking to them,
They're thinking about how annoying I am.
I've never had a friend.
And they try reassuring me:
"I don't hate you.",
"I don't think you're annoying".
But I know its all a facade,
And I go along with it,
Because they're still the only people keeping me alive.
