There is a girl I know

She never talks

Never bothers

All that she does is stand beside me

Follow me around

I pity her

For not living life to the fullest.

The only time she leaves my side

Is when I start talking to the other girls

Then she walks away

And a bubble of emptiness appears around her

I try to talk to her

But she says something I can never make out.

It's sad that we used to be best friends

Now I don't even know what her favorite color is.

She will grow up

And shrivel away from us

From reality

Which needs to be faced when you're that age