I know you wouldn't care.
I know you  wouldn't listen.
You act like you're innocent— like everything's fine.
But its not.
You call yourselves friends but are you really?
You can't see the fake smile, so forced, so untrue.
You turn your backs on someone who cares for you.
You turn cold and silent at the person your friend doesn't like.
I reach for you even if you're remote but you choose to move farther away.
You leave someone who loves you dearly.
For someone who has done everything but.
I've grown tired.
I've learned where I stand and how to do so on my own.
I was blind, now I see.
Why they say the things they do about you.
It's true– somehow, maybe.
You guys are heartless.
So unreal and clueless.