Look, I'm crying

You spread those rumours.
They're rumours.
Not true.
A lie.

You're my friend.
You helped them.
You're two-sided.
A fake.

You all believe her.
Because she's your friend.
You all don't believe me.
Because I'm not your friend.
But when have you ever given me an unbiased chance?

Don't worry.
I'll change.
Change back into the old me.
The me who kept everything inside.
After all, if I do that, no one will hate me anymore.
Except for myself.
After all, if I do that, no one will be "hurt" anymore.
Except for me.

But I'll do it.
I'll lie.
I'll swallow up my feelings.
After all, that's what everyone wants, right?
Just not me.