They say that they are my friends,
yet they give me false comfort and encouragement

They promise to keep in touch with me,
they don't

They stand up for each other,
but not for me

When push comes to shove,
they go with what the crowd's doing

If we need to pair up,
I'm usually left alone

I get picked last for teams

Solitude,
witch is my life

I can be found, usually, sitting by myself,

Reading, writing, or listening to music

Do the others notice?

No

They're off with their friends,

People they deem worthy of spending time with

People with whim they share interests

Do they try to talk with that figure
sitting alone in the corner?

Do they try to socialise
with the person the world has thrown to the side?

Have they ever tried
to walk a mile in my shoes?

No

Because they don't have to worry about being thrown to the side

They don't worry about what people think of them

They are popular

They have more that one friend

One friend who usually spends time with someone else

If they think that in the future,
they can come to me seeking forgiveness

Thinking,
'I just have to say sorry,
she'll be my friend again,
you'll see'

They're wrong

Because they have shown me disrespect,
Dishonesty
And false hope

I will prove to them,

That actions really do speak louder than words