Use To Be

Use to Be My best friend... I would bring things to you. You needed or wanted. I would talk to you for hours, about whatever you thought, important. You made me laugh, sometimes you made me cry. most times… you made me sad, and want to die. You were always better. You were always right. I was small, while you… were larger than life. But that was our life… not mine. I peeled a grape, you became a stranger. You talked at me and not to me. I heard the truth in your own words. We were never friends. You were a user, and I was used. I am smarter. I have learned, every lesson… You taught, without thinking to hide your darkness, from the Light. The Glory of Freedom, not lost on the small. A tiny voice can cheer, without fear.