Her smile stays small
As she walks the hallways
Her friends rush up to her
And it grows a little more
Then they run away
And a tear escapes her eye
It hurts so much to pretend
That she's a happy girl
She can't cry in front of them though
It would show she's just a weakling
So she presses her lips together
And marches on
They'd hug her and compliment her
But she wouldn't believe a word
She knew they were just being polite
They didn't mean anything they said
She was never popular
Only had two or three friends
But to her, that was nothing
And she felt alone
They race up to her each day
And she has the same smile
It passes her lips
But doesn't reach her eyes
They stay stone cold
Staring into the distance
As the sides of her mouth curl upwards
In a sad sort of way
One friend realises
And asks what's wrong
She just shrugs and tells her
That's she fine
They don't know what's happened
Back at her house
Or how her parents treat her
When they're not around
YOU ARE READING
Sad yet true poems for people like me
PoetryThese are just poems that I thought about and made up. It's my way of venting off and letting stuff off my chest. They're all based on what's going on in my life and how I feel.
