i am the one my friends call happy
the one that smiles the most
i have the lines to prove it
i write these poems in secret
i dont want to be the emo one
depressed
over emotional of the group
but i really am
i try not to make my emotions do the switch
but now ive lost some of my friends
if i dont act myself who are my real friends
im immature
who cares
my best friend is the best
we tell each other everything
we say the same thing and it gets creepy
im glad that ive changed
and now am myself
i may be the loser
may be the weirdo
shes the prettier one
the better one
but shes always there for me
last year i lost my old best friend
but it worked out for the future
she now is a huge drinker
a popular girl
shes still fun
but why change for her
why become a popular person when its not me
i love my new best friends its been almost two years
im sitting here
tomorrow it will be a week
we've been together
not sick of each other
i love her so much
shes a like a sister
being with me no matter what it comes to