The Unusual Friend Poem.
I have the most unusual friends.
They pretend that I'm not here.
I'm not sure why, it's not very clear.
I have the most unusual friends.
They call me anything, but my name.
I'm not sure way, I guess it's the same.
I have the most unusual friends.
They laugh at the things that hurt.
I'm not sure why, but it makes me feel like dirt.
I have the most unusual friends.
They count on me, but I can't on them.
I'm not sure why, I call them my friends.
I guess it's not very clear.
YOU ARE READING
The 'Unusual Friend' Poem.
PoetryFrom Hooderi's (previously Gallifrey_) poetry series : The Unusual Friend Poem