The Start of a Loner
by Phoenix of Blood Red Mars

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago, and then tucked it away. I found it
recently and decided to post it. It describes how I felt when a bunch of
my friends seem to grow up in a way, but I was still me. I had felt like
they didn't care for me as much as they used to, and in a way I was right.
They WANTED to grow up, and I had known I didn't. Oops, I didn't mean for
this to be this long. Please R&R.

Deserted, no one likes her
Leaving her, good friend
Forgetting her,
Thinking about boys
And fashion.
Forgetting,
She helped bring them together
Into the friends
They now are.
Abandoning,
Having other hobbies.
Not interested
In what she has to say.
She has good ideas
But no way to express them
Now that they don't listen.
She doesn't want to leave
The friendship they formed,
Since, to her,
They are the first
True friends she's ever had.
But now it seems,
That she isn't an
Equal friend,
That she is someone
They can throw away.
She needs to leave,
So she can find
The friends who won't
Treat her badly,
But they leave her first.
"Get a life!"
"You're not OUR friend."
Emotions that strike
Like a snake,
Quickly and painfully,
Words that sting, hurt.
Friends are what she wants,
Friends don't want her.
So she hurts and stays a loner,
To make sure
She doesn't trust
Again and end with pain
Once more.