Isn't this supposed to be fun?
I was under the assumption that
your friends were supposed to be people
you enjoy being around.

             You're mean, and rude.
             Condescension is your specialty,
             and I hate it.

Memories of laughter, and secrets
flood my visual mind. Smiles creep up
on me, reminding me of those times.

             It's not the same anymore.
             You don't need me, now that
             they all like you, too.

                       I was merely a stepping stone
                       in the race to the top of this
                       friendship pyramid.

What is that, anyways?
A friendship pyramid.

       Whatever it may be, you win.
       Okay? You win. Everyone likes you
        best. And you know what? I don't care.

I just want my friend back.