If only things hadn't changed

I guess I'm happy for you.

Actually, I really am.

At least, I'm expected to be.

Because, if you can't be proud 

of one of your best friends,

can you really be proud of

anyone.

I smile at you, surrounded by people

who are chanting your name.

If only you could see me in the crowd.

I try to push the others away, in attempt

to make my way to you.

But of course I'm beaten to it,

by your new best friends.

When did it become like this?

Just a little while ago, it was us against the

world.

Now, you've switched teams

and left me standing 

alone.

I'm proud of you.

But I still wish that things between us

had never changed.  

But did things really change?

Or is it all in my head.

I wave to you, up on the stage.

You wave back.

If only things hadn't changed.