I’d like to think that these are just one of those days,
or one of those weeks,
or one of those months.
I’d like to say that life is perfect and rosy.
I’d like to, but that would be a lie.
Some may call it issues, some may call it my usual drama antics.
I have no idea what to call it.
But if this is metamorphosis, why does it hurt so much?
Why do I have to go through a lot to reach that “point”.
Why have my so called friends suddenly lost interest on me?
Why don’t they even call to explain what’s going on.
They have just turned thier backs without a word whatsoever.
I thought my senior year would be trival.
I thought my senior year would be unforgettable.
I’m not even on that stage and I want to forget about highschool
Okay, so it wasn’t that bad,but it was still forgettable.
What did I do wrong?
I’ve tried my best to be fair and just,
but no, they still judge.
I am so sick of pleasing people who don’t even care.
I am thankful for my old friends who accept me for me.
I am sorry to be saying this but it is the truth.
My soon to be alma mater is sick with something that is hard to
That’s what thier sick with.
Nobody ever wants someone to succed or change.
Its not something Im proud of and I am not exempting myself
I used to be like that,
come on if the crowd is like that most likely
you would be like them.
But I chose to turn away from it.
Do I get backup on my decisions?
No, the reason why I no longer have friends.
I thought they were real friends,
I was proven wrong.
I am thankful for my old and rusted friends,
they never left.
They never judged.
I could choose to remain bitter for the rest of my life.
I could choose to remember every hurt and not move on.
I could choose to do that but then I’ve decided
to use these things to motivate me to become better.
I want things to be better.
I’m gonna work for it.
Trust me on this.