Friend's

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I'm tired of them ignoring me.
I'm tired of the pain.
It's in my chest.
I can assure you it's not my breast.

They stare at me.
As if I did something wrong.
Angered eyes.
All in despise.

Do they wish to break me?
I have would hope not.
But if so, they would flunk.
I will not be shrunk.

Again back to my heart.
I don't know what feeling it's suppose to be.
I hate all the achy pain.
Maybe I'm just going insane.

What good friends I have.
To make me feel this way.
To be angered or sad.
Maybe even mad.

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