A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
For some reason today, and tonight I have just felt like there are no real people left in the world.With the exception of the few who are dearest to me.I really can not understand why no one can have fun anymore with out a drink in their hand and why violence is cool and the best way to solve things. Why is everyone so desensitized by the world today and why dont things get to other people like they do me.The hardest thing in the world is to watch people who have been your best friends since before you could read go down completely different paths that you can not follow them down.People say that these are the years that make and break friendships and never has that been more true.And there really is nothing you can do about it when you are on the other end.You can just watch them do another line,and eventually know that there is no place to move from here.You have the memories of chasing the ice cream man,summer sleepovers,barbies,and dress up.You have to come to terms with the fact that someday that is all you will have.How are you supposed to deal with looking at someone who you have known your entire life square in the face and realizing you have no idea who they are?