I Hope

• Ella Meischke, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

Sometimes it seems she’s lonely.
Sometimes it seems she’s fine.
Sometimes it seems like I don’t even know her.
How bad is it really?
She laughs like it’s a joke.
I’m trying to help, I wish she understood.
I don't know why she tells me,
I don't know what she wants.
Expecting me to fix her life will only disappoint.
The things she feels, they scare me.
But what can I even do?
Every word I say her doubts are ever building
Is it bad to feel this tired?
Why do I even care?
Why do I wish that it wasn’t on me
But with every bad, there is some good, and I just can’t lose hope.