In the end I find out whose my True friend. For...

In the end

I find out whose my

True friend.

For they can't

Pretend

To be—

Something other

then real to me.

They consider

how I would feel,

and not lie, or steal.

For I will always find out

without a doubt.

They are not real friend,

when all I see

is jealousy,

or stupidity of my things,

and my feelings that are dear to me.

Written on April 22,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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