I am that friend
We laugh
And I pretend

Doesn't it seem okay?
To say the harshest words
Because that's what we're for.

Treat me like I'm that one
Who doesn't know a thing
But it's okay. It's just a joke.

Because that's what we're for.

I, the Small
You make me feel ... smaller.
Everything's just fine.

But you know what?

It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.

And you'll never know
Because I'll never tell
Until I end this

Should I end this?
Will you know why?
It hurts, guys.

It hurts.

And you'll never know
Until it's over.

Because that's what we're for.

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A/N: oo Oh wow, it's been forever since I've updated! Sorry, I've just gotten so caught up with other things.. and I've been posting a lot more on DeviantArt. Then I just randomly decided to give FictionPress a visit..and I realized that I missed it! So anyway, I'm posting some of my newer stuff here that I've already posted on DA.. This particular poem's not my best, but I felt in the mood to write a slightly fuzzy, simplistic poem that you really don't have to ponder a long time about. Here you go. :P