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???
