What's Up?

Remember the days when I was overweight?
The days when I thought you were fake.
The days we were in eigth grade.
I thought you were great.
You were my friend,
in the days I had less than 10.
I had no self-esteem,
sometimes you were mean.
You played sports,
I played sleep.
You had friends,
I had me.
We were friends then,
but not so much now.
I invite you to my house,
you don't respond.
I miss the days when you texted me first.
What's up you'd say,
that is all.
But for some reason it made me fall.
Fall for you,
I shouldn't, I know.
Buy you know I don't care.
I like you for who you are,
not for your looks.
Even though everyone else would rather look at you than a book.
I'd rather talk to you than anyone else.
But this isn't all I've felt.
You are a great person,
I see it in your eyes.
I see right through all your lies.
You lie to yourself,
to everyone else,
but I don't believe it.
Act how you want,
it's your choice,
but if you choose,
I'll listen to your voice.
Your eyes don't hide,
who you are inside.
Be honest with yourself,
if nobody else.
To anwer your question from long ago,
what's up with me is your "ego."
This is in quotes,
because I know it's a joke.
Forget me if you want,
I won't forget you.
Why you ask?
Because I don't want to.
So live a lie,
or change your life.
It's all up to you.