Not Everyone is Your Friend

I was young. We were young,

Yet we planned our whole future for when we were adults.

We were going into 6th grade, middle school.

11 years old and all 3 elemetary schools were shoved into this large building, 3 times the size of our old school.

I obviously made more friends, I didn't like a lot of your friends anyway.

I still hung out with you all the time.

On the weekends, after school.

But that didn't matter to you. I couldn't have my own friends.

You ditched me after class and left without me.

Didn't even say goodbye.

I asked and asked what I did wrong but you replied that I didn't do anything.

Well, okay. See you after class then?

Yes, you said.

Then why did I just watch you walk out without me again?

Fine, I'll hang out with my new friends I suppose.

I text you again asking what is going on.

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

Wait? What? Why?

You were jealous of my new friends.

You were clingy and couldn't share so you left and didn't tell me why until it was too late.

That is where the endless amount of trust issues began.

I met my now boyfriend in 6th grade but I was mean to him because I was filled with rage.

I was afraid to make new friends again because I was afraid that my current ones would leave.

We didn't become friends until the 8th grade, which was my mistake.

Why didn't she just tell me?

It was then that I realized that I couldn't be friends with everyone anymore.

I couldn't go play with anyone I saw.

Not everyone wanted to be my friend anymore.

This poem is about: 
Me

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