I let them...

I breathe air
it stings my soul
and it's not fair
that I'll grow old
with this pain,
betrayal and hate
standing in the rain
awaiting my fate.

While they smile,
share and enjoy
I walk a mile
becoming a toy,
old and broken.
I won't be fixed
they'll break me further
I know I'm jinxed
it is me they murder.
But they don't know
I won't tell them.
It is me they throw
and I let them.

By, Ana F.
Date: April 11, 2005
Time: 10:23am

I wrote this poem based on the feelings of friendship. Lately I’ve discovered my friends are fake, only coming after me when it’s convenient, when they need me, but other than that I don’t exist. While I’m fun to them, they’re always around, but if there’s someone else, or if I become quiet, they just go away. It’s sad really, because I love them still, but it hurts to know they’re not the kind of friends I thought they were. It really sucks. The worst part is that I let them. I’ll keep letting it happen I guess, nothing I can do about it, I won’t even bother… In the end, having fake friends is better than being alone or maybe… I should go with the saying “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”. Play the same game they play, but I don’t know. Whatever, at least their little game inspired this poem, which I like a lot.