My Friends

My old friends are so goofy and good

My new friends are trendy and cool

My old friends making me smile when I’m sad

My new friends pressure me to smile for the camera

My old friends and I have no photographs

My new friends and I have too many.

My old friends and I have so many memories

My new friends and I have so very little

When people ask me who I will choose,

I say

Of course

My old friends

But without effort,

Friendships fall apart

People drift.

And so now I have no one.

My new friends are fake friends

My old friends are strangers.

So whose shoulder am I supposed to rest my head on?

My own, I suppose

But under pressure,

Even the toughest nut can crack.

My shoulders slouch with burden.

Feeling atlas

Carrying the weight of the sky

With no one to carry it with.

I wish I could turn back time

To the times

Where we laughed without caring how we appeared

Where we could be ourselves

And still love one another.

Where we never thought of a future without each other

And split

And fall apart

Why

Why

Why

Why must this happen

Why can’t we be friends

Why must we be pulled apart

Why can’t I be friends with you

I loved our conversations

They were true and long

But now they’re awkward and short

As if they’re going through puberty like we are.

So burry myself in homework and exams

Overwhelmed by expectation and failure

No

One

To

Turn

To

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