A flowing waterfall

Today I lost a friend,

And I don’t know how it happened.

Last week she gave me a bracelet-

saying we’d always be friends.

Now she’s talking about me behind my back.

And people look at me differently.

They call me weird, 

And I know it’s because of her.

I try to ask her what I did,

And she just says, you’ll see.

Well then when will I see?

When will I find out why you suddenly hate me?

And then it hit me,

She was never a real friend, 

Because real friends listen,

Real friends can apologize for their mistakes,

Real friends care,

Real friends forgive.

But she didn’t care.

She didn’t listen,

She didn’t appologize,

And she didn’t forgive whatever I did to set her off.

Instead, 

She found somebody new,

And there’s nothing wrong with that,

But I know she’s going to do the same thing to her that she did to me.

And now I’m writing this, 

And I’m just spitting my life story to you,

Like a flowing waterfall.

Futaba

VA

13 years old

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