I Can't Say ThatA Poem by tynamiteTrue say, this is how it is, in my life, when I have friendsI'm chilling outside with people. There's 2 of them. We are not friends. But we find each other good friends. Them girls find me a better friend, than I find them, how? really? I find my life worse, than I find theirs. We haven't spoken for weeks. We know we missed each other. You could call us friends, though we're not proper friends. We understand each other. And we show each other that we care. I've never once approached them. And I'm not to speak to them in public. This one time, we're outside. And one says they'll go straight home later on. Uh oh! I can't be honest, and say so too. I can't let them know that I'm not as popular as them. I can't say that. I can't let them know who I don't talk to. I hope they see my friends giving me props. One of them spoke of their problem once. And I had to help, how I could. I've got problems of my own. But I can't let them know that. They were once on my course. But they got moved down. We never spoke much, for time, after that. When we did, we wished for the opposite. They live a better life than me. I'm paranoid that they know that. They see me happy all the time. Anything mundane, I can't say that. It's unfair we'll never see other again, and that my life's the way it is. But that's life, I'll just have to ride it. © 2011 tynamiteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 23, 2011 Last Updated on February 23, 2011 Tags: friendship, reputation, popularity AuthortynamiteBirmingham, England, United KingdomAboutHello peepz! I write novels and short stories in the "urban life" genre going for the "thought provoking" style. You could call it realism, but even romance and crime novels can be realistic, so I.. more..Writing
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