Ummmmmm... help?A Poem by LGBT_ProudFree verse
Great.
Being fought over again. This time, not a special relationship. These people are trying to see who can be a better friend with me..? One's a red-head that I've known for years. The other's a small, pink-haired girl who I just met. Sounds like an easy decision, but... I'm the type of person that can't not be friends with someone. I'm the type of person that can't really stop fights. Especially when I'm stuck in the middle of them. I just stand there, watching them throw punches. They race to see who can hug me first. They use me as a tug-of-war rope. I hate that game, for the record. I wonder if anyone's ever thought of how the rope felt. If I'm talking to one of them, the other pulls me away. Now, I don't really talk to either of them. I just sit against the wall, watching them threaten each other. One of them even comes up to me with bruises, sometimes. "I'm her friend! You're just trying to take her away!" "Oh sure, you're totally not the one starting all this drama!" "You're the one that starts drama, and you know it!" Ummmmmm... help?
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