Scribbling What Comes to Mind

I feel that I've been always hidden by a door.
Everything I once knew, I know no more.
My dearest friends have changed, yet I am still the same
And my withered heart grows reluctantly sore.
Friends become foes, but foes will never be friends.
When did this become my destiny's trend?
Give me one chance to change this circumstance
before my happiness and hopes come to a bitter end.


-Jessica-