Some people in your life seem to use you.
Those "friends" don't seem so friendly.
For homework,
Someone to taunt,
You are the person they go to.
It's sad.
I hate it.
I want to yell at them,
"STOP!
ITS NOT FAIR!"
They take your pride for things and Crumple it into a ball,
Like a piece of unwanted paper.
I'd be here for you.
Sometimes I can relate.
Sometimes I'm the one being poked at, Being called on to do things for others that they can do themselves.
We both do it, reluctantly.
We both know it's the only way to feel like we belong with people who don't care.
YOU ARE READING
2014
Poetry"little keys open big locks, simple words reflect great thoughts" poems I wrote throughout 2014
