Different

Oh, how I liked you.

So cute, so nice. Sweet, adorable, kind, loving.

You've transferred to my school now,
and you've made me hate you.

I can see through the act only because I know the real you,
the true you.

But the true you makes the decision
to put up this facade
and put down everyone, even autistic people,
and insult others' work when they are proud,
and laugh when it's not something to be laughed at,
and to act like you don't care about anything,
and to make like you are too good for me,
for everyone;
you try to impress those who don't care, but you care, I know.

The look on your face as you do these things is so...
idiotic,
I feel bad for you.

You fool them,
and you fool me, even when I know.
I don't like you anymore.
It's your decision to act like that,
instead of letting your real,
likable,
self through.

Your fault and your loss, because I know the you like me.




Or at least I hope you do.
Or at least I want you to.