girl

i keep stopping every now and again to thinkabout the person i see when you'e around, when you call me up, when i'm reading your words on the screen, and i don't like tha person anymore. i don't like this girl who somehow became selfish and supeficial. and whats more, she used to have principles against being fake, self-centered, and narcisistic. and i wonder, what happened to the girl who once had a mind of her own, and actual thoughts buzzing about in her brain? when i see you now i see the epitome of part of the crowd. decked up in your costumes and feathers to look like the rest of the world. i remember a time when you were better than them. better than this. better than who you've become. i don't know this girl anymore, and it pains me to see you become everything i always hoped you wouldn't. and with each passing meeting, i know you a little bit less. so soon, you will no longer be that girl who is my friend. you will just be... a girl.