The thing is that you betrayed me a hundred times.
Abused me a thousand times more when I stood up for myself.
Played the victim a million times more than that.
I won't lie and I can admit the handful of times you did the job of being my best friend I will remember.
Playing with Barbie dolls even in grade five and you making me promise not to tell anyone you still liked Barbies.
And when we made a stupid home made movie using my dad's cam corder writing a script for it and everything.
But I can't forget everything bad you've done because it just outweighs everything good.
I wanted to believe that somehow you would straighten yourself out at your new school. That's not really your thing though.
I admit in primary school you ditched me but would never betray me badly.
The old you would've never told anybody anything I didn't want you to.
We pinky promised not to tell anyone our secrets and we never broke it.
But I can safely say that ever since the first day of high school I couldn't trust you.
You are one to gossip.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
