In shadows cast, they smile with sweet deceit,
Their words so warm, their hearts a twisted beat,
Fakeness, a sin, unmasked, it stands so tall,
Pretending friends, yet hearts doth slowly fall.
A friend, oh, what a cherished, precious bond,
Calls to chat, their care and warmth respond,
In texts, they seek the chapters of your life,
Inviting lunch or home, amidst one’s strife.
But I, I ponder, wonder, question why,
No invitations reach me, nor a cry,
For books I pen with passion's fervent flame,
Yet friends are distant, playing silent games.
An outcast's shadow lingers o'er my soul,
Ignored, I feel, as moments take their toll,
Their silence stings, a wound that cuts so deep,
When texts are ignored, hard to keep.
Why am I cast aside, an outcast lone?
Why speak kind words, then hearts of ice be grown?
These questions haunt me, in the darkness dwell,
For where are those truest friends, please do tell.