A Friend.

• Chloe Brandon, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

The pain that she feels,Is ever so real, when she walks into that dreaded room. The fakeness, the fraud; the hurt, the pain, The feeling of struggle and pressure is all that she gains. What I cease to understand; is how pen in hand, writing is her only escape. From pain, from the world; from guys, from girls, when she writes the surrounding world becomes so distant, the rushing feeling of utter joy and freedom when she writes suddenly becomes instant. When she writes, She speaks; More than physical words could ever say, hoping, praying, she can someday express her feelings in this way. Nobody ever listens to what she has to say at all, when she’s crying she isn’t just hurt you see, she doesn’t just stumble; she falls. Maybe someday someone will lend a helping hand, for that girl who’s crying leaning over that speech stand. She doesn’t just want to be heard, she wants something better; For people to stand up,
Strive for something better together. She may not be popular, or think that there’s an end,
She just wants the dark days to brighten; She simply wants a friend. So go on, sit with her, even just for a day. I can ensure you that will make her happy, maybe then she won’t feel so lonely and crappy. Welcome her,
Be her friend; only then, a broken heart you’ll truly mend.