A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Left Out

I hate it

when you go hang

out with all

our friends,

and don't

invite me.

I hate it

when you talk

about your new

friends all the time.

I hate when you

break promises

to go hang

out with

them.

I hate when

you lie to me

when everyone

else know

the truth.

Does everyone

really hate me?

I can't tell if

you are all just

joking or not.

Am I wanted,

or am I that

friend you all

secretly hate?