Fights with a Friend

I don't know why I feel this way,
So unhappy and depressed, day after day.
It hurts so very much for me to see,
My OLD friends talking without a place for me.
Why does this bother me?Why do I care?
My heart has already begun to heal the tear.
I care because they all have a place in my heart,
Even though they stabbed my heart with a dart.
We had been great friends, the best of friends,
Why does this all have to come to an end?

This poem was written for Alisha, Janet, Jenny, and Michelle, 3 months after they stopped talking to me.

people have read this poem since 5/31/98

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