Fake friends

Hey everyone this is my first story my class is outside and im in my feelings listening to this the weekend songs i found out how fioni people are so i feel so used and shout out to my sista shamonday_ today her birthday may 28th 1:54 p.m. my poem is ok even know it is supposed to be a story but im good at poems. Also my sista told me i do good poems actually. but its real life.

I feel like im am used
im so confused
im crushed
i thought i was blushing
but my heart was slushing,clashing,blasting
and repeatly harder as it gets
i write poems so i can escape in my feelings
my friends feels like a billing on and on and on.
never stop to talk and they be fioni like bologna
someone told me friends = not forever
i checked the weather and i look at heather and she treat me like feather
throw it away after they done playing it im so used so bye.