Unpopular

Unpopular
by Abigail Azul

Maybe he was right.

I am in control of my own life. That he was not in hold of it. I thought that was friendship was for but it was not like that.

I wish he said it from the start, because it hurts, simply crushes from the inside.

But I realized he has a point; striking where it hurts the most.

I stared at the bottom of the well, thinking.

I shouldn't have met him at all, he would never understand.

The birds flying by began to coo. The sun was soon setting.
I scratched the coarse cement of the worn-out well's mouth; gripped it as if I could crush it.

In time it will be over.
I'm a monster no longer.
And it won't matter if i have a friend.

The full moon started to peep thru the clouds.