The Poetic Side

4th: You

You

I woke up this morning, with you, still by my side.

I left you hanging, went out with things clouding my mind.

I kissed my mother, she walked away.

I hugged my father, he said it's okay.

I went to school and faced the world,

the world who called me blurred,

the world who said, I'm incapable,

that to do anything, I'm not able.

I strive hard in school, hoping someone will be proud.

I got awarded, I even jumped hard.

I have no friends, no one celebrated with me.

So I went home, but I found it empty.

I went to my room, straight to my bed.

There I cried, and hugged myself.

"Why?", is the only thing I've said,

although things keep on clouding my head.

But then you're there, still there where I left you.

It's like you're saying, "Hey! I'm here for you."

I don't know why, but I stared at you,

I felt warmth, can't help but hug you.

"Thank you for staying," I softly whispered,

"when I feel alone, you are always there."

In this world where I'm always in grief,

It's only you that I have. You, my handkerchief.