Things to Think About

You call me a friend

But I have seen that look on your face

The one where as you turn away

A flash of a false smile crosses your face

And then almost as quickly as you turn away from me

Your lips part in a friendly greeting to someone else

Forgotten

I find myself drifting

In that time between lunch and our next class

I am drifting between groups of friends

Of people

Trying to find my place

I stand awkwardly on the side

But no one lets me in

I am still drifting

One moment you seem proud to call me your best friend

The next I see that smile again

One I have grown far too used to

But I may as well be used to it

There is no changing what you think of me

If there were I would have found it

After all, it has been nine years

And I am still searching

Still searching for the answer