So, I've been feeling seriously...burdened, because of a friendship that ended nightmarishly poorly. I was really concerned, and their reaction to my concern was pretty much "Dude, you're sad too much, and cramping my style, go find some other playmate", and...it hurt. It hurt horribly. u u; I know I struggle to stay smiling, but, isn't it normal, these days? I have my hobbies, and things that make me smile, but expecting someone to smile 24/7, and not to struggle at times isn't reasonable at all. I wrote a poem about how I feel, but I swear, it isn't aimed at any of you. Those that bother to comment, or talk to me at all, haven't made me feel like I was a drag, and I appreciate your patience with the unstable mess that is my emotions. ;w; Even though you aren't all pictured here, you're all wonderful, and I love all of you so much. <3

"A promise, and then a heart, broken." By Colin Kimsey

Back in the day, you promised me light;
that through that dark hour, you'd hold me tight.
You were my friend, and a brother too,
and I truly, with all my heart, did adore you.

Suddenly, silence, and worry sets in;
I worried, and pondered, where could you have been?
Soon after, I saw, you streaming some art!
But, when I texted you, there was then a crack in my heart.

I had been cut off, removed, cast aside.
Like an old toy you'd rather only hide.
Under the bed? Beyond the window?
No, none were far enough to create a shadow.

Into the dumpster, the heap, was where you cast me;
leaving me weeping, and questioning, "should I even be me?"

My friends came to my side, and lifted me back to my feet;
they told me I was strong, and that your opinion shouldn't shake me.
It took all they could do to patch my tattered heart,
something, I personally, view as a work of art.

They worked tirelessly to mend, and care for the rend.
Helping me look forward, instead of back towards the bend.

Your promise...your promise...what good was it?
It was nothing but a shadow, a flicker on the wall.
Under the light of the love I'd found,
I realized, it was more shallow than what I'd feared at all.

Perhaps I was worthless to you, but my true friends disagree.
If I was, they would have left, and had been just as rancid as thee.

A Christian? Perhaps. But all I see is hypocrisy;
all you care for most is climbing the ladder you see.
Fortune, fame, your name upon Disney's wall!
I only hope your friends care enough to keep your heart from taking a fall.

Begone, good riddance, I won't hold on for thee.
If your own life means so much, I'm glad you're gone from me.
All I have to recall are tears, and sorrow;
and I pray you're happy, and vanish by the morrow.