Out of View
by Justin J Vargas
Friday, May 10, 2002
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Everytime I see a conditional friend,
I just feel like screaming,
An insperation told me the correct term,
Before I called them other things,
Harsh, mean and unheard.
That's more than they deserve.
Why weren't they ever there for me?
Their always here smiling and laughing,
Just go with the flow,
Slowly I'll go,
I won't have the urge to tell them.
As long as they keep smiling,
I'm certain i can too feel as happy.
Just not with them,
There not for me,
It's empty just to think about them,
I've had the greatest times without them,
Just not as great as the ones they show me,
Sacrafices must be made,
They offered nothing new.
Everyone out of my circle, I see,
Imagine what are their beliefs,
I never gave any time to me,
I'm as lost as a child,
They stole my childhood,
I can't blame them,
It's my road,
There my dues.
Since then I learned,
I've listen and I watch,
I spot out every clue,
A conditional friend in me?
No, and i don't see one in you.