I don’t get you…
You say I’m your best friend,
Which isn’t hard for others to believe as I am always with you.
But I don’t feel like your best friend. You talk about how obsessed other people are with you.
How much SHE wants to be what I am.
Your “bestEST friend”
You say it like you know it will get under my skin,
Like you know just where to dig.
Whenever I say anything good about them you say,
“I thought you didn’t like them because there trying to steal me”
And everything is on your terms.
Where we hang out.
If we hang out.
If you cancel on me the day before that’s fine.
If you then call me on the day after you’ve cancelled saying ok I can hang out.
That’s also fine.
Then what’s your definition of fine?
You go on about hating yourself.
You yap on about doing things for me.
Like showing up to school
Or not running away from home for me.
But really you’re one of the most selfish people I think iv met.
And if I don’t hang with you,
Or I get under your skin.
Your perfectly fine.
You have the other girl or the other one to go to.
But it makes me wonder how you talk about me when I’m not there.
When I know how you really think of them…
But then I forget everything
Forget the way I feel
Forget the sadness that consumes me when I see others and there best friends
I forget it all
When we’re laughing gossiping and acting like sisters
And I tell myself sisters aren’t perfect
Specially mine…
M