Beginning at the age of five, I grew up one of the brightest

But to become popular, that didn't help me in the slightest

I had many friends looking back on the years

However, not many who have stayed through the tears

I've continuously asked myself what is the point of being a good person

When the state of my friendships constantly worsens

Throughout the years I've been loyal to my friends without a doubt

But when it comes down to it, I'm not cool enough so I'm left out

This hurts my feelings, I'm not going to lie

So much so that I ask myself why

My mother has been a good friend and person as long as dogs have had fur

But looking at those friends who've stayed around, where has that loyalty gotten her?

So I guess I'm just looking for answers

Why is it the good people lose, and the bad ones are victors?

When I'm excluded I ask this question everytime

But when confronted by others, I'll always say I'm fine.

I want to seem strong in the eyes of others

I want to be a good person and become as strong as my mother.