In this phase of life, I hope you find what you’re looking for… the real you.

Maybe the timing was wrong,

Maybe you’re really good at stringing other people along;

But I thought I knew who you really were.

I get it, people change and there’s nothing wrong with that.

But as the number one supporter who was always in your corner

I feel like you should have let me know that.

You changed in front of my eyes and I was as confused as everyone else,

So maybe I shouldn’t be so down about it and blame this on myself.

Here’s the thing I take issue with…

You’re being overly trusting of your “friends.” People who’ve seen you down and out before,

But won’t be there in the end.

This is your life to live, not mine,

So maybe you know more about them and I’m wrong.

You want to be like them so badly and fit in,

But we aren’t in high school anymore. Everything the three of you do is a contest,

And someone is always keeping score.

That’s not what friends do, that’s not who they are.

But if they’re who you believe in then I hope you’ll go far.

Just know that I loved you and I still do,

But I can’t support the person pretending to be you.

I don’t take pride in the fact that we’ve seen each other at our worst,

Because when things were going great,

I’d always tell you first.

If you need me, I’ll always be around.

And like anything lost,

I believe that the real you can be found.