She seemed so sophisticated in her staletto heels
In her crushed velvet dress.
She wasn't though.
It was just a costume
I had seen her when she was real
She didn't walk around calling herself beautiful
And act as if I was an innocent child
That didn't know anything

I wished for that now.
Knowing she would never walk onto busses and sing
Or lay down on the grass and smile
I stood on the pavement with my head low
Wishing I could cry

She is my best friend
But I know best friends aren't supposed to hurt you
and act as if you are so below them

And I followed her to the bus
She sat with perfect posture
Not moving

I fiddled my fingers.
Cracked white nailpolish
beside her ruby red perfection

If felt as if she was cringing as far away as she could
Like I was a wasp
I'm not
I'm just a friend in need