They're with friends.
They barely even smile.
They're alone.
They come up with that taunting smile,
saying how it's been
'Forever'.
Are they ashamed?
Ashamed of friendship with her, the smart kid, the nerd,
the actor?
Are they guilty?
Guilty from days long past
With violence or ignorance,
Do they not know I don't care?
Or is that why?
Is it perhaps that my very wishfulness,
Is it that my undying trying,
Is the reason they left with little but a hug and tears shed,
Never to be seen,
Except, of course,
Behind the scenes.
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Written in Class
PoetryA collection of poems all written for a class. Most of them are related to my mental health, and some of them are pure fantasy. UPDATED WEEKLY
