Why is it so hard for you to remember me? Why don't you want to spend time with me? You're supposed to be my friend. You're the best friend I have, but I can't tell you that because it wouldn't mean a thing to you. I guess it doesn't say much for me either that you don't even want to go to a football game with me. I'm not sure who I was kidding when I thought you living in an apartment wasn't going to change anything.
It hurts when you won't have lunch with me. I feel left out when you go with everyone else to football games and pep rallys, when you know I go alone. I've become the master at hiding my tears when yet again you don't have time to remember to call me like you promised, but can spend time with other people.
I wish I could open my mouth and tell you this. I wish you could see what I see when I look in the mirror....defeated, confused, lonely.
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