My Family was so loud.
But I’m still proud.
When I was little I fit in with the crowd.
I had many friends.
We were into the same trends.
I lost friends along the way.
They left one by one each and every day.
I would go home sad.
It bothered me and I got really mad.
But I learned friends would come and go.
So I just went with the flow.
They became mean to me.
I didn’t know what to do so I just let it be.

In the end I knew it wasn’t worth the fight.
I could tell I’d be the one that is going to be bright.
But I was happy I still had some friends who didn’t leave.
It would have been cool to have a friend named Steve.
My friends and I listened to music together all the time.
My friends Eric, Jacob, and John would make up raps that rhyme.
We listened to a variety of artists like The Calling, and Green Day.
Even though I was young I listened to a lot of alternative music and loved it in every way.

Sometimes my friends wouldn’t want to talk to me, and they would get mad.
I would cry, and cry because I was sad.
I didn’t have anyone there when I needed them.
I was like a dead flower stem.
I told my mom I was alone.
I wanted to have friends that I could call and talk to on the phone.
I would have music to take my mind off of everything.
I would get excited when I would hear the phone ring.
But when I went to answer it, it was never them.
I was a lonely gem.

I would ask why did they leave.
All I did was cry and grieve.
Most of my closest friends moved away.
I would be all alone at school every day.
When we would have recess I would be all lonely.
I was singled out me only.
I didn’t matter anymore; I was just another person there.
Kids that were once my friends would look at me and give me an ugly glare.
Even when I would walk down the hall.
I tried my best to stand tall.
At school I’d hold back tears.
People would point and laugh if they see me crying, that’s one of my many fears.

People that once were my friends would make up rumors and lies.
They wanted to see me weak but didn’t realize,
What I could see with my own eyes.
They would come up to me to make fun.
But I would never run.
I would hear them talk.
I stood there laughed, and started to walk.
They are the type of people who didn’t care,
If I thought it was fair.
Even though I was by myself I realized things.
That everything they say stings.
They aren’t worth my time.
Being alone was a big crime.
I would question myself ask what I did.
Then one day I stopped,
Asking myself, instead questioning what they hid.
As I grow up I look at what they are now.
Yes they are popular and have a lot of friends but how?
Is it because they are nice?
I doubt it because their heart are cold like ice.