Can't they see I don't fit them?
Or do they just wanna prove how kind they are?
Like seriously?
I'm sick and tired of all the in house drama,
I can't fake those smiles anymore.
I can't!
But surely they can,
And will always do that.

I bet they can survive without me,
And it's gonna be hard for me.

But do I have a choice?
No.
The answer is NO.
What if I don't make that choice now,
Would it hurt?
Yes.
Making a choice is truly a choice,
And I have no other but this.

Faking a smile,
Faking a laughter,
Faking a friend,
Faking to be who I can't be.
Guess what, I'm done with them.
Like seriously done.

Can't they just come,
And say,
"We don't need you",
I would readily walk away,
Without complaining.

"BEST FRIEND", they tagged me,
Did they really mean it?
"We TRUST you", they said,
Did they really did?
"We NEED you", they told,
Did they really needed me?
These questions still remain unanswered,
And the funny part is,
They are gonna remain unanswered for forever.

"Stop!", I say to myself,
Stop being who you are not,
Stop being that rude to yourself,
Stop hurting yourself,
Stop.

And that's how she died,
With some unanswered questions in her head,
With that fake smile,
With that untrusted soul,
With the tag of fake Best Friend.
**With her soul which was pure, yet misunderstood.