My Slam Poem

I am NOT my Friend

I'm sick of this speedy conclusion.

People be treating me like a convict just outta prison;

Thinking that they know my story,

My Defeated Glory?

I'm getting these looks every which way,

then one person who thinks I'm to be swayed,

be telling ME!

Do this; Do that?

Reminiscing my acquisition of that little gnat,

When some big ol' bully sat,

and thought he'd be judging me,

for where my friends are at.

But wait... this is not for real.

They be spreading these rumours with zeal.

Nobody stopping to think 'bout how I feel.

I was just about to keel,

when that steady poise,

reached out and gave me a voice.

Only then, could I mend...

right until the very end,

the message that I send,

that I am NOT my Friend.

A/N: This First attempt at poetry of any sort. I know it's pretty bad but It's my first so I hope you'll keep reading.
UPDATE: There's a reading of this poem up on Youtube and Instagram. The YouTube video is ☝ if you want to have a listen.

EDIT: I've gotten an instagram account for my Wattpad quotes ^·^ I'd love it if you guys made some quote art of my poems (default or original) and then tag me in them on instagram @benita.writes and maybe follow me there too ❤