Best FriendA Poem by GraceI thought you were my best friend. I thought you knew me better than anyone else. Because you listened. You were there when no one else was. But you weren’t, Not really. Because you still have no idea about the person sitting beside you. Your ‘Best Friend.’ If you really knew me, You’d know the truth. You’d know me better than I know myself You’d understand where I’m coming from You’d know I’m not as happy as I seem You’d see the façade I put on everyday But you don’t see it, Do you, Best Friend? You refuse to accept me for me. But did you notice? Want to hang out with me So I wouldn’t be alone. Does that sound like something a Best friend would do? Because it was. Is. Will always be. I changed. I sculpted myself into someone worthy of your friendship Does that sound about right? Had you noticed? Who am I kidding, Of course you haven't. Because noticing would mean you would have to act like you care And we all know you don’t do 'that.' Honestly, I don’t even think you like me. I can see it in your eyes Hear it in your voice. You resent me because I am ‘better’ than you Not in school, You’ve always been smarter. Not in looks, You’ve always been prettier. Not in life, You’ve always had more experience. But because that’s what your parents said. “She doesn’t drink,” they said. But now I do. “She doesn’t smoke,” they chided. But now I do. “She isn’t like you,” they insisted. But now I am. I changed for you. So I could keep you, Best Friend. Because I couldn’t bear to loose you, Best friend. But did you notice, Best Friend? I didn’t think so. © 2012 GraceAuthor's Note
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