Lovely fake friends

Children play in a yard sand-box
Sharing toys, sharing talks,
Until somebody gets
accidental knocks,
Gets offended and stops the game
Not to be friends again.

This has happened to me somehow
And I am laughing till now.
For my lyrics I got some comments
As "Great work. Let's be friends!",
so on,
They existed some days, then gone.

Like a man gave some gifts
To his ex-girlfriend,
Took them back, when his passion
came to the end!
What disgust I feel
for that poor man.

I didn't offend that 'my friend",
no way,
I wonder, what caused ,
That strange clumsy game?
Having known my citizenship,
felt unease?
Maybe it was just her caprice?

What was it then, that fool childish game?
Did my 'great work' stopped being 'great'?
Maybe it was advertising trash?
I don't save 'like's, comments
In my soul like cash.

I am a big girl ,
don't spend days and nights
Thinking about all sand-box fights.
I am a smart girl
To be able to laugh
At all situations
that were written above.