Externally cheerful but actually proud that I wasn't her
Acting like her friend But only, when it was convenient or I felt pity
Seeming to mind my own business But chastising her inside
I wondered what was going on Everything she did wasn't malicious She simply didn't know But why did I act the way I did ... But today I understand She and I, are one and the same
I took an event that occurred with me back in middle school, elongated it a little bit and wrote it into this poem.