The Loser I Once Was- At Least To My Ex-Friends

Their names are a blur,
actually they aren't.
They are burned in my mind,
but I try to forget.

I try to forget what happened,
what happened that day,
back in middle school.

In 7th grade,
I remember that day.
It was like it was yesterday,
but I try everyday to make those horrible memories,
go away.

My friends,
all of them,
they started to talk to me less and less.

At first, they were talkiing to me,
then just saying 'Hi.'
Finallly, only they said soundlessly, 'Goodbye.'

They started ignoring me after that,
thinking they were so cool,
and I was so not.

I didn't think myself a loser,
but apparently, they thought I was.

After that, I went on through the rest of 7th grade and 8th grade friendless.
I thought myself to be a loser then,
because who could not be one who doesn't have any friends?

But it was like someone was looking over me,
and in freshman year I made some more new friends.

At first, I thought they were going to be,
just like those ex-friends in the back of my memory,
but it turns out.
We became friends and we had a lot ot talk about.

Then in sophomore year,
the year I am in now,
I became friends with some freshman,
because my other friends were in different lunches.

It turns out they were even better then the sophomores.

As each passing day goes by,
I try not to cry.
Actually, I get angry.

I cut up all their pictures,
trying desperately to forget.

But it isn't working.
I can't forget the loser I once was-
at least to my ex-friends.