The truth has only recently been unveiled to me, <br />& the reality that lies in wait behind the red velvet curtain disheartens me. <br />I didn’t think it’d matter so much, I didn’t think I’d care: <br />I was sourly wrong. <br />The fact that I have many friends, but not one best one; <br />It wasn’t supposed to have such a result. <br />For each of them, I’d gladly die to save, <br />But if it came to saving me, <br />None would step forward. <br />The angel of death would take me by the hand, <br />And together we’d walk till we were a spec in the distance, <br />But no one would be there to witness it, <br />No one would care; no one would notice I had disappeared. <br />The foot prints of my life would easily wash away, <br />With laughter and new memories, <br />As people strolled on with their life, <br />My picture quickly becoming discolored and disintegrated. <br />I’ve never made a point to be remembered, <br />I never thought I’d have too, I thought friendship was enough. <br />But friendship doesn’t mean the same thing to people, <br />And it turns out my definition is different from any other. <br />I thought friendship was loving someone, understanding them, caring for them, making sure that they didn’t feel alone. <br />Instead it’s blaming me, getting angry and annoyed at me, uncaring, and leaving me for someone “better”.<br /><br />angel lockheart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-276/
