You only talk to me when I’m with him, Like I’m invisible Are you my friend? Or do you just Politely acknowledge me Because I’m with him? I’m his friend And you’re his friend But you don’t really consider me a friend… Do you? We used to talk, But now I realize, It was only when he was there As if the only reason I am seen Is because I’m seen with him. My best friend is popular, And I am an outcast So I only have friends When I’m with my best friend.
My best friend has so many friends, and a lot of them do often consider me a friend, but it seems like they only talk to me when we both happen to be hanging out with him at the same time. It makes me feel so alone, but I don't want to be selfish and ask my friend to only hang out with me, he has his life and I have mine, and I can't let my feelings get in the way of things... It seems like most of my poetry is about him...