To whom it may concern,
I’ve known you for years,
but you still bring me to tears.
I thought we’re friends,
but being foe’s not even in my brain.
I’m here being left alone,
And you treated me like a clone.
Having fun but not one invitation,
And yes it does, adds to my irritation.
I don’t know your plans,
Seems we’re no longer a clan.
Never asked for me to tag along,
But instead, you rather tell Pulong.
Did you notice i can’t look you in the eyes?
No more, it will only make me cry.
What does being popular mean to you?
‘Oh hi new friends, and old friends go screw?’
So far I’ve written anything but lies,
It’s what I feel about our tie.
A bond that now frustrates me,
I write, though i suck in poetry.
Do I, or don’t I have friends in this world?
