The Labeller

My Dearest Nichole,

This is my last letter
We have been friends
For what feels like forever

Through good times and bad
We have always made it through

But this time its different
You don't look at me the same
When all I did was make a slight change

I only changed my outside
If you could only understand
I am still the same girl
You met building castles made of sand

Now I no longer wish to try
To try to make you accept me
It should have come naturally

It must have been a shock
To see my exterior turn black
I never meant to alarm you

I'm sorry it has to end this way
But I am tired of fighting
The pain just won't go away

I believed I would be labeled
But the from you
I never expected

You were the one
That told me in our late night talks
That labeling is a silly time waster
I now understand you talk a lot of talk

So this is goodbye my friend
I will leave you for a search
A quest to find friends who will not label me
By the clothes I wear
The bands I idolize
Or the way I style my black hair

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

- Sporky