Friends become ghosts,
Ghosts I don’t even recognize anymore.
Telling secrets,
Spreading lies,
Trying to ruin
Me.
Everyone says people change
As we grow.
And, we do.
But
These have all changed
For the worse.
They take my secrets,
Ones I trusted them with.
Twist them.
Turn them.
Tell them.
What happened to
Being young?
Being naïve.
Being innocent.
Loving those around you…
Keeping promises.
Can the substance abuse
Really twist and turn
Everything you’ve
Always
Been
Into something you
Never
Thought you’d become?
Because, it has.
These people,
These used-to-be’s,
Are no more.
At least,
Not to me.
So, they can spread
The secrets.
Twist the truth.
Tell the lies.
I’m above that.
And I know
Who
I
Am.