I thought you were fine but you were nothing but a joke. 

You were her older, bad influence brother. 

You listened to my problems, said you'd be there if I needed it.

You asked if I was okay that day or not.

I liked that.

But I didn't like you more as a friend. 

I didn't see anything at first. 

How you moved away from your friends to sit with me as I words on my geometry notes.

How you gave me a seat next to you as you chatted with your friends. 

I thought it was weird a couple of times, but thought nothing serious. 

I had to have others tell me other wise. 

I didn't know how to feel, all I knew is that there was something wrong. 

How you told me how innocent I was from never doing drugs or getting high with friends. 

How I was pure from still being young. 

Like a white little lily. 

You were a junior and I was a freshman, you went for my friends and got some. 

Then came to me. 

Why did you ruin it? 

You watched me cry and still did it. 

You are what you are, a bad influence.