Looking back we built a bond One I thought would never break
Yet I sit and wait But you don’t come And I start to think
Did I do something wrong Or am I not good enough?
Do you not like my company? Or have you found better
I don’t blame you Because if I were you I would leave too
I’m too overbearing Too dramatic Too emotional Too much of everything bad
Why would you ever want a friend like that? like me?
But I only ask one thing before you leave for good Will you help me find those good things in me that you always seem to bring out?
written in high school after a friend called me overly dramatic and no longer wanted to be friends. So I went home and wrote a poem, is that being dramatic?