The Blog in Fairyland

My mommy told me friends come and go.

Like seasons, they all have their reasons

I don't believe people fake to show

Hurt you at the belt but not an inch below

Feeling restrained

From the strange predicaments 

But just last week we where piled up in the thickest room with no cool air vents

Now it seems like the only thing thick is this trifling air 

when we appear 

but no one crosses the street to say hello

No one dares

Now fighting to hold on to friendship seems worthless and fake

instead everyone should be "real"

and give the REAL friends the break

Its often hard to mask the softness I want to keep with me all my years

But when friendship can be denied to easily,

Is it even worth my tears???