Where are they 
I am the one who people use to pass their time until something better, more interesting, thinner, prettier, what have you, might come along. I am the filler. I am the other woman, the one who when you can't have the one you truly want, you know is available.

I am nice, sweet, a good listener, a friend, a "sister", that best friend for ever who everyone who signed my year book told not to change... I didn't.... I am still here... I am still the same.... still the other woman, the person to assist them when they are down and out and lost... then left again.

Left to what?

Why?

What is the point?

Because I didn't change. I am the same... they all left me... keep in touch? What childhood dream was that?

What lie was that?

I was left behind as always. Never invited to the parties, never brought out to the light at all.

I remain waiting for someone to ask me to the prom, to the dance, to the party.

I was never good enough for that. I was cute, and flirty and fun and silly. I was a creative genius who had interesting friends... but nothing more.. .I was never thought of in "that way".

I was fine with that, or so I told myself in my own way of conforming to the non-conformists out there.

Where are my BFFs? Where are those people now? Gone... leaving me in their wake... showing me that what they wrote in my year book was pure bunk, and I was another one of their jokes... their little dirty secret, to be kept hidden.

I am still that dirty little secret... and they know they simply have to look me up again, until they are spent, and can put me back in their pocket until I am needed again.