I have plenty of friends,
Any gender of any age,
A dozen of a dozen,
That's the life of a teenage,
He said I am awesome,
Being the team's captain,
She said I am tall and cute,
Whenever we meet again and again.
She told me she loved such things,
Like my hair and my eyes,
He told me to stop being so tall,
I said I didn't care about my height.
But I kept growing and growing,
Three inches, a day,
I thought it was normal,
I'm genetically freakish, they say.
I am still fifteen,
But now I'm seven feet tall,
It's gigantism, Dad said,
That I shouldn't worry at all.
Then my friends acted so awful,
As if I have a communicable disease,
Instead of being always by my side,
One by one, they started to decrease.
He shouted I'm a freak,
Replacing me as team captain,
She denied she fancied me,
That I was, in fact, insane.
She pretends that I didn't exist,
Ignoring me and my appearance,
He yelled to never talk to him,
And everyone hated me in an instant.
My life continues to "grow",
So did the hatred and animosity,
But I learned a lesson about friends,
Quality not quantity.
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