Friends

You smile a little at the mention of that Friend
Or at least in public
You feel that you are actually just acquaintances stuck together 
What would people think if, amidst the pairs and cliques, you were (god forbid!) alone. You just
Couldn’t stand the idea of thoughts passed around like notes under table and you didn’t receive the note, you just
Thought it’d be nice to steal a glance and be assured by the emptiness on the back of the receipt for the birthday cake, you find out
That faking it doesn’t make it as most people say
Maybe you’re doing it wrong. The next time you and your Friend, or
You meant acquaintance, went out you feel guilty why should you
(No one would know what you actually thought) but you

Felt guilty.

So you think that maybe they aren’t as bad as you think maybe you guys are actually friends you laugh
(Haha sorry it’s me not you, my brain tends to over complicate things)
You smile a little, you’re guilty
But you still hope that most people aren’t wrong.
You hope, as the blank note passes into your hands, blank and unchanged all this while.