her

I have never been chosen Im the girl who sits quetly in the corner The one who has to make up a fake friend to look cooler She lives in America She is such a kind soul She is the one I call when Im out of control We talk on the phone every single morning She knows all my secrets She made me believe caring about someone is not some kind of weakness She is the type of friend who would make a fake fall when everyone is laughing at you And she would eat your leftover in a restaurant when youre completly full Im lonely...so please come over We both know thats not possible Instead she writes a poem about me being not great, but increadible