Standing alone
In the corridors
I really thought
They cared about me
Not knowing
How much I was used
"Hey"
Have you done my homework?
They asked
Always replying with a yes
To the pressures
I was succumbed to
Listening to everything
Thinking they truly cared
Not once did they overlook
They used me
I turn a blind eye
Allowing them
To trample over me
To take advantage of me
And hurt me
Their friendship was fake
My friendship was real
It hurt me
Shattered me
Until I decided
This was it
And left their friendship
With a bold face
As I left
Through the doors
There was no turning back
And this is when I learnt
That not every person
You call your friend
Is your true friend
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Excruciation & Euphoria
PoetryRaging Storms, Violent Cries, That single tear, Laid in that child's eyes. Would you feel the same, If it was your daughter Would you feel the pain, If it was your brother ...
