fake friends.

i called them my friends.

i called them my friends because i heard their conversations.
everything they knew, i knew.
every girl who wanted to know who started a rumor about them...
i knew who.
but i still called them my friends.

i called them my friends because i had no one else to like.
i always sat alone at lunch.
they said i could sit with them...
why did i believe?
but i still called them my friends.

i called them my friends for one good reason,
they taught me something.
i never even needed them, not once.
i figured out
they were never my friends.

Poem by aurevoirfarah

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