In the "Street"

Fights Never won nor lost,
Fights Never fought,
Fights of words and insults and things and lies
Fights of rumors and tales and groups and gangs
Fights of Nothing, over Nothing, about Nothing, gaining Nothing.

Friendships false as a robber's tail,
Relationships as fleeting as cigarettes,
Based on lies and rumors and truths untold
Faces a plenty, truths rare,
A smile means everything, so is rarely given,
A smirk means nothing, and is shared among thousands.

Smoke shared, lives lost, drinks exchanged for fists,
Girls with large enough mouths to tell all
Tell little that is true
Boys with ego's large enough to boast all,
Earn nothing.

Families larger than night clubs
That intermingle more than legal.

I sit here, on a curb, hand in hand with a boy I don't love.
I wonder how I know these people, why I know them.
I take one more of my only true friend and burn it away
Discard it.

I kiss the boy, and smile, my Friend makes everything better.
My Friend slowly kills me.
I lie in my bed, and sleep, tomorrow I will lie once more.
Another day on False Street.