Rose and I should not be friends.
She is popular - when she looks down the hallway,
she does not see anxiety made corporal.
Her voice sounds like Marlboros and confidence.
Mine barely sounds at all.
She drinks every other day.
I've tasted alcohol once.
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What I Don't Say
RandomIn a series of poems, an unnamed narrator examines her best friend's addiction, her depression and sense of self, and what it is like to grow up when it seems like everyone she is surrounded by is falling apart. Containing elements of fiction and po...
