Old Friends

• Ekayla Hunt, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Pretend that it's a good thing that talk is cheap,
cause you can't even afford those clothes you're wearing
spending your Daddy's money n' credit
he's gonna cut those cards the way you're going
Nothing's fair, you're always woahing,
You pretend like you're drinking with the girls,
this isn't good for your brain and you know it,
you act like Regina George
you can't get your A+ awards no more,
we all liked the way you were before.

I could have said you were a real friend
real friends, with no bends
How many of us are real friends, but we made no ends
How many of us are real friends?