I remember the one of the worst parts of being in school,
I was used.

I believed that I loved this boy,
a popular, funny boy,
and he was my world.

I usually watched from afar,
until one day he came up to me.

He asked me if I could help him on his homework.
I ended up doing it for him,
but I was so happy.

Eventually, I just kept doing his homework,
and he'd lead me on.

Giving me hugs,
calling me sweet names,
sitting close to me.

But I realized that I had nothing,
he would just talk to my friends,
and only talk to me when he wanted me to do something.

He'd never let me have anything,
and I regret not seeing it sooner.