That Other Poem from Tenth Grade

This poem is primarily why I think these two poems are from tenth grade (I found them both in a notebook). This poem speaks out to how much trouble I was having being unable to get along with one of my friend's girlfriends (specifically whom I thought was my best friend at the time, but was sorely wrong), to the point that I could hardly talk to her at all. So, like any teenager, I vented my frustration through poetry.

Not only do I vent about that, but also about feeling like my friend was kinda upstaging me in the sense that he was so successful while I was in a dark place (essentially of all of high school) where I didn't know that I amounted to much of anything as a person.

My Best Friend's Girlfriend

If you thought it was hard to relate

to all the other girls at school,

well just wait 'til your best friend's dating one,

then you'll feel the full throttle

taste of pure venison

of having no idea what the hell

girls want from you.

So it's official,

the two are going out.

Some high-fives and backslapping

between the dudes in congratulations.

So now it's time to see this chick,

and you realize, "Hey, I know her,

we used to work together in 6th grade,

so we'll do fine talking together."

.... Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.....

I couldn't have been more wromg.

Maybe I was high off the fumes of loyalty,

being proud of how well my friend's doing

while I'm still that kid who hardly amounts

to anything anymore.

And it seems to take a while

for her to see that.

But, once she does,

her mood becomes unpredictable.

We're joking around, having a great old time,

you say one thing,

teasing one of the guys,

and all of a sudden,

you think you've lost your hearing,

the ringing of her yells

echoing in your ears.

I didn't even think they were

all that close.

I wasn't even the one

to tell the joke.

But, you know,

guess it's just my screwed up luck

that's gotten me in this hellhole

where I am today.

Like I didn't have enough problems

in class or at home,

but now I can hardly nod

towards my best friend

without butting heads with her.

I can't see why we can't get along.

I don't know if it's what I'm saying,

all I know is

I'm running out of things to say.

So I guess I'll just recap

before I give up this hopeless chase

for an answer, a hint, the smallest of clues

of what girls look for in not just a boyfriend,

but in a boyfriend's friend as well:

If you thought it was hard to relate

to all the other girls at school,

well just wait 'til your best friend's dating one,

then you'll feel the full throttle

taste of pure venison

of having no idea what the hell

girls want from you.