Disappeared.
Can she not see me?
Am I invisible?
Did I do something wrong?
A friend.
She has a friend that she brought over.
She forgot about me.
She would rather be with a friend that she sees all the time instead of me, who lives in a different state.
But this is the worst,
Change.
She changed when her friend came around.
Like she is a new person,
Not a good person.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
