When it comes to you I don't know what to think. For the longest time I asked myself whether you really cared about me or not.

I was just a little girl with a dream of finding a fairy tale ending. Little did I know that real fairy tales, those of the originals, were not all flowers and sunshine.

Behind your mask that day was a boy who was ashamed.

Behind your kind words were lies.

You said we'd be great friends. You gave me a warm embrace, twirled me around until I didn't know where I was, and said all sorts of sweet things.

How could you??

Did you not notice that others despised me?

Did you notice how lonely I was?

How could you just go and tear down my walls that I had worked so long and hard to build just by saying "I love your insanity."

On that day, where I lied empty and vulnerable.

I accepted you without considering the consequences.

My father told me to stay away from you, for he did not trust you at all.

Being in third grade, with very few friends, if any, how could I resist when you offered to speak with me? To laugh with me, instead of at me.

Now I know the truth, however, and it still strikes like a burning arrow through my heart.

Our friendship was never special to you.

In fact, you never cared.

You've probably forgotten all about it.

You were faking . . .