Tuesday

On Tuesday,
I wished they wouldn't tell.
But it never came true.

Three people told on me
And I haven't been left alone since.

I couldn't sleep,
I couldn't understand:
Why my friends
Cared more about me
Than me.

But they did,
Or do,
Whatever you care to call it.

I can't tell,
Yet,
If that's good or bad,
But I'm trying to find it out-
That feeling,
I mean.

I was confused on Tuesday
And am no better today.