Why?

You were my first friend
I was grateful toward you
Nobody else had reached out to me
We lived near each other too, which helped.

It was fun even though times were short
We made the best of it
Eventually I became more outgoing
I tried to make more friends and failed.

After awhile I found out what was happening
You were the one who caused it
Like a guard dog protecting a house
You made sure people didn't befriend me.

Now I know the truth
When you moved I slowly made more than one friend
I'm still having trouble because of you
My last words to you now are 'thanks' . . .