I've always been a little bit sad,

even though I smile outside,

and despite all the love I've been shown

I have trouble opening up.

I've always been surrounded by peers,

notice how I didn't say friends.

And although I've never been physically alone

I always seem to be lonely inside.

But then something happened-

I saw you again.

Someone who was like a ghost.

Someone I thought was gone.

Someone I bullied and was cruel to and then

made you feel like you couldn't leave.

I don't think you remembered me at first,

only recognized how I was alone.

You needed a friend and figured I'd do

so you decided to give me a try.

At first I tried to ignore you out of guilt and out of pride,

but instead you kept persisting

so I let you hang around.

I didn't want you to remember me,

so I made up lies, and stories, too,

and hoped you weren't that bright.

But soon enough, in a circumstance I couldn't control,

you met my mom and I saw yours.

I knew the gig was up; you remembered who I was.

At first I was afraid,

afraid you'd be angry and hurt and then

that you'd leave me and I'd be alone.

But instead you just smiled, memories and all,

and told me that all was forgiven.

You held my hand and showed me that

I didn't have to be afraid.

I know I've said it a million times

and it's starting to hurt your ears.

But it's something I say because it's the truth;

I'm sorry... and thanks once again.