To All Those Who Know Who You Are

To all those who know who you are: Sometimes I wonder who my real friends are when I fall asleep at night. I wish life could just be normal, But I know eveything you've all said is a lie. Forever it's seemed I've thought of you as my best friend, But now I'm not sure. You've lied to me since the first time we spoke, And your eyes are never true, But a much deeper, deceiving color. All I wanted was some truth, A friend I could tell anything, But I've lost enough and now this is beginning to look framilliar. It seems you no longer live? Are you for real at all, Or is that plastic mask just for play? Sometimes I've doubted your friendship, But until now I trusted you. I told you not to tell her, But you just couldn't resist getting back at me... You lied too. Before I loved you , Or so I thought, But now we don't even speak. You think I hate you, But you've never asked, All you do is run away, And cry when I am there. Deep inside I've never hated you, I just wish you'd leave me alone, Because even though we never talk, It's the look you give me, And the things you say behind my back, And the trusted secrets that you tell. And the last one important enough to mention, Who seems to be closer to me than before. It seems now that my enemies are my best friends, And what I thought was once hate and rival is really love and friendship. It's always ironic how things turn out. In 14 years I've lost 5 times that many friends, And now I've learned to let them go if they decide to run, But I thought you guys were better than that. Was I wrong again? Because from here it seems I was. Someone I once trusted said: "People are like stained-glass windows, and when the darkness of night sets in their true colors shine," or something close to that, And now I know what it means. And now I know it is true, Because it is pitch black in here, And I still don't see anything. Understand that? Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 03:02 PM PST   10 • 0