Poems of the truth.

Part of my life

You met me when I was having a bad day. You came up to me and said something funny as you complimented my backpack. I held back a laugh and thanked you with a smile on my face. I never thought you and I would talk and be friends to this day. I thought you we're thinking in your head "What a strange girl who looks almost dead." You stared at me with interest, I looked back a couple times. I could tell you had some things you wanted to hide. That's okay, I have secrets too that makes me lie. You and I are very similar but different in a way. You see, I lay on the grassy ground faced away from the crowd. You notice and see past me. I hate when people do that, but you do it anyway. You make our eyes connect and you look deeper into what I'm trying so hard to just forget. You describe me as a turtle who hides in their shell, not just because I'm short well actually it fits pretty well. When I saw you for the first time, I describe you as Beautiful and mysterious. Call me delirious but that's what I think. Sometimes I wonder what you think about when you look somewhere else. I have my suspicions, but I'll try keeping them to myself. I feel like it's okay to be myself around you. Even though I fake my laugh and hide anything that makes me stand out. You notice the anxiety and pain all to well. You've been there for me, and I can tell you feel bad when you hurt me. You see, pain happens to all of us. I'd rather feel the pain from you then from past people who did worse to me, some of them still hurt me. Your eyes burn with fire as I speak about the bad things that happened to me. You crack your knuckles ready to punch or kick someone so hard. I reassure you it's okay, when really your probably plotting to kill them in oh all sorts of ways. You gained the trust of my dear close friend Kade. He agrees and thinks you a good person and he even wants to meet you one day. I'll make a poem about how great he is. You agree he's amazing and that makes me feel relieved. I won't say your name for privacy reasons of course, but if your reading this don't think I'm making any of this up. I'm telling the truth and I'm not covering anything up. I don't know if I made a difference in your life but; you definitely made one in mine. Thank you I owe you so much. However, for now I must end this poem with something you may be familiar with. I'm going to flip off all the Christians and say "My middle finger salutes you." Your aloud to come with me and I'll be sure to bring some black spray paint.