On that day
we received our test marks.
I got a grade B,
The teacher gloated on about your test marks,
while you sat there, grinning with pride.
You waved your test paper at me and taunted about my marks;
you hurt my feelings,
Instead of comforting me like before,
you only taunted and made me cry.
The next day we played basketball.
You kicked my knees,
accidentally on purpose
A week later
I saw you, smoking with cigarettes and sniffing glue.
I just want to ask you:
Why have you changed?
Why is it you ganged up with bad people?
Why did you taunt me?
Because after witnessing your true colours,
I think you
are not my true friend anymore.