Am I still here to you?

I feel like she's won the race,
and I'm stuck in second place.
I'm trying with all my might,
to put up some sort of fight.
It's hard to be strong,
when this feels so wrong.

I go to bed praying that you still care. And that our friendship is still there. You mean the world to me, so please don't just let us be.

I'm probably being selfish,
self-centered, and jealous.
But when I see her pictures on your wall, I wanna scream out and tear them all.

This isn't some sort of test,
I just had to get it off my chest.
And I'll always be happy as long as you are. No matter how near or how far.

Anne Kemmerer