Remember when you were only 10
You had a group of friends and then,
When you all would go out to play
There was always a team game.
So your friends and you would hold hands
And one by one you all were picked
Until 20 dwindled down to 6
And your last two friends were
2 and 1. And your number was none.
But they always came back like nothing happened
And talked briefly about the game,
You listen and smile and try to be happy
But wonder why you didn’t get to play.
In high school things were different now
Because the group was tighter knit.
You knew about all the problems they had
But they didn’t know shit
You try to tell them but their response is not what a friend should do
So you rather keep silent and ignore that fact
Than lose a friend or two
Beside you were the one they ran to for help
When they were having problems with each other
So what if you were number 2 it was better than being nothing
So what if they had so much fun together they didn’t really think of you?
You were always welcome just as long as you know you were just there to listen and not really show
Any feelings or thoughts that were on your mind
Like the one, no several times
They actually lied about being there and then (if they were) they couldn’t relate
So they changed the situation to something that made them
Feel comfortable
Because they couldn’t handle what you had to say
And being 10 was just the start
You learned to open up your heart
To people who tried to care
But honestly just weren’t there
