Kindest Hearts
Visiting old places for old times’ sake
They stare at me like I’m an alien race
Look at me, curiously searching my face
“Why are you here today?”
Old best friends that were once my world
Now stroll past me without a word
Glancing over their shoulder
“Why did I know that stupid girl?”
Flipping through my old classmates’ pictures
Smiles of all kinds, frozen in time for an image
Their eyes seem cold, tracking my presence
“Why are you staring at us?”
I sit on my old bed, in front of the mirror
Sigh tiredly and see my reflection
Beaten up, mercilessly ripped apart-
And it hurts the most for the kindest hearts.