At first, they were the best coping for my lost mind.
I could forget her whenever I was with them.
I thought we’d be best friends forever, but that was all the good part.
Now I can’t stand them.
Yet I can’t stay away from them.
Why am I so confused?
They treat me like shit.
But they can’t leave me feeling shitty.
Why these dual standards?
They used to make me laugh.
Now they laugh at me.
What a turn of events.
They used to tell me jokes.
Now they’ve made me a joke.
I don’t know myself anymore.
And they don’t keep it to themselves.
They make fun of me in front of everyone.
I used to take action, but I don’t have that voice in myself anymore.