A place of sorrow, of fear, of pain.
A place of joy, of hope, of love.
A place to cry out in fear.
A place to shout in joy.
A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
Comfort, love, friendship, fun All these things are now done
A single tear slides down the cheek Then I stop, remembering that's weak
Opening up, then being crushed All of this happens, always rushed
Sharing problems with people who care Always looking for that one friend so rare
But once again I've fallen short Feeling trapped as if in a court
Can't cry, can't break These are the tasks I take
To seem strong, to carry on To stay here, to not be gone
If I slipped away, who would care? I could just vanish into thin air
You call yourself my friend, yet precious few know How dim my light is becoming, the dull little glow
My true friends understand There are things that force the hand
Things I can't control, things that cause me pain And noone can help me, they have nothing to gain
And who helps for free? We all know money doesn't grow on trees
There are some, a select some Somehow like me, to me they come
I wish it'd all end, yet I can't do it now I have to stick it out, but I don't know how
Here I'll stay, here I'll be Simply because a single person likes me
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Before you say anything, yes I know it's confusing. A little hot, a little cold right? I'm sure those of you who know me can figure out the truth behind the veil of these words, this poem. Good luck.
