That friend

I was the friend who walked behind the rest on the sidewalk when there wasn’t enough room. I was the friend who was always interrupted. I was the friend who’s stories didn’t matter. I was the afterthought.
I was the friend who gave people answers, yet I was the friend who had to ask what was going on. I was the friend who stayed out of the drama, but was the most affected by it. I was the one who tried to keep everything together.
Then it fell apart.
Then I was the friend who had to pick myself back up. I was the friend who tried to ignore the change. I was the friend who had to sit there and watch as everything crumbled around me.
I was the friend who still loved them.
But why?
Why did I let them break me? Why did I allow my friends to have such an impact on me? The answer is simple. I don’t make friends. I make family.