My Friends

My friends who say they are my friends have to find out that our relationship has to end as being a friend.

My friends say they want loyalty, but don’t know how to be loyal. They want to befriend me without thinking I have a mind to pick up on what is going on.

My friends are amazed by how strong I have become, trying their hardest to see me become a bum.

My friends may not know any better, it’s about what they are use to, but I have grown so much; being too nice has made me grow and show myself worth I have never known.

My friends have no clue how much I weighed our relationship and it didn’t balance; to remain the same now things have to change.

My friends had to learn through me loving myself more now, I see how the scale is beginning to equal out from what I have once saw.

My friends have taught me the difference between them and a foe.

My friends are about a handful, but I have learned to love myself more.

My friends, we had to end, but now there is a new beginning of what I will begin because they made me stronger than I was before by the deceit and there will be no more.

My friends, thank you. I can move forward like I plan to and meet new friends.

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