I am spoken to
when they need,
I am often lied to
in their eyes, I read.
Their reality, they never flaunt
their heart betrays,
ever ready to daunt
not once do they praise.
Within them lies
reverse of what they show
and the envy in their eyes,
I can easily follow.
My words are ignored
and forgotten, before you know it
clearly revealing, oh Lord,
all my value and merit.
I had dreamt of learning
and growing together,
but they were contesting
I wasn't aware.
I will lose them
I still fear,
though I know
they still won't care.
How naive of me
to have thought of friendship
to be simple and hearty
like a warm kinship.
But I was either mistaken
through it all,  
or I could myself never be
a friend, good enough at all.

-Archita