What no one else knows
We do all search for the truth. Atleast something that can be accepted as the truth. But what if you knew how it actually was, and everyone around you pretended something else? Would you speak out loud, risking to sound accusing and be accused yourself, or would you just step aside and let everyone belive the new story?
I know it wasn't there it all was starting. I know how much you disliked them, how you felt that you didn't fit in. I know how you fought for their attention. But you've happily told people around you your story, which is sweet as a cupcake. How you've been best friends since first class. You forgot to tell them about me, about our bestfriendship that lasted about four whole years. Who always was there when you felt lonely, who accepted you for who you are.
I knew you inside-out, your deepest feelings and I could tell immediatly if you had a new top.
But now, you're just somebody I used to know.