I hear the whispers down the street
The thing is they're all about me
I see you walk with your new friends
We're way different then we were back them
I sit in a crowd of people
Mostly known as my "friends"
But can't they see they are killing me
Uninvited to every party
So I just go to sleep
And dream about who I could be
While they're at play
I stay away
We talk
We laugh
And we play
But it's never the same
I have changed
But so have you
And I'll just be yesterdays news

YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Thơ caJust writing a little bit to express my feelings, hopes, dreams, and the a.m sessions