Being alone makes me cry
Being alone makes my pride die a bit inside
Being alone tears up my insides
Because when I'm alone I realize
That I'm just as much of a loner as I was in 9th grade
The only difference is that my hairs a different color
And I have friends to hang out with
But are they truly my friends
Can I confide in all of them?
I don't know
But I'm still grateful for them
Because during the school day I gain a bit more confidence
But that sisterly love
I don't know man
I think I'll find that when I'm in college