its something awful that it took me until senior year to see true colors come from beneath
the concealing layer of make-up and flesh of the people i believed to be my "friends"
i have a small handfull of people that i trust and adore.
the others have betrayed me in unspeakable manners,
but those who have not are on pedestals.
i am ever so grateful for the ones i have left.
for they exceed anything i could ever dream for.