The lost friend

We have been friends so long and now I know that I never knew you. I saw your beautiful smile as a genuine gift. Your hands were always outstretched. Our history could change the world if we wrote a book and shared it with everyone we knew. 

But now I see that everything was just a little show. You just cant bare the fact that you might be ordinary so you have to be the most extravagant person anyone could ever know. The spot light, no matter how big or small, must always be on you. You have raised yourself up so high that you have lost sight of everything that was once important. Big flashy car. Perfect hair. Perfect life. But the sad thing is that you just dont know you anymore. 

I miss the friend I met so long ago. She was wonderful just the way she was. She seems to be lost though. Lost for nothing. Some times I think I see bits and pieces of her shine through.