So nice to your face
But holding a knife in your back
Laughing at you
Making jokes

Thought you were my friends
Guess I was wrong
Am I back in grade school
What have I done wrong?

Just because I like to document somethings in my life
Or write poetry and stories
That isn’t fun or right

I love what I do
I love my life
Social media sometimes blows
When your friends show their true colors
But yet suddenly you know

So alone in a crowded room
I will cut everyone out of my life so soon
Do what you want
Say what you please
I am what I am
At least some people actually accept me...