Mythomania

Despair, suffering and agony, all words associated with me during my younger years,
Naive to the world around me,
I had always been the outsider, the one who ate lunch alone,
The idea of a Friend a myth to me.

However, they had slipped through the cracks of the walls I had put up,
I had tried to put some distance between myself and those around me,
Always, I had suffered in silence,
Afraid to let others into my world I had so vigorously fought to keep a secret,
But they refused to let me suffer alone.

They always wrapped their arm around my shoulder and whispered words of woo in my ear,
Over time, my feelings grew, and I had hidden my feelings for a while, afraid of rejection,
My first love, beautiful and my first experience of affection,
Cherishing memories of school days together.

However, nothing is forever,
When I had been brave and confessed my feelings, they laughed,
You're not serious, are you? Those words echoed in my head for years after,
How they coldly told me I was a game to them.

Though I must thank them, as they showed me that love isn't black and white.