Friends

I thought I had a Friend to trust to lean on when I need their help.

No I have no one.

Sitting upon the shelf left untouched, dusty.

Everyone else around me has had someone, but I’m just left there to be laughed at.

I want off that shelf.

I want friends I can trust.

Friends that won’t use me for their health.

Friends that understand the pain and torture of life.

Friends that will listen but no.

Leave me sitting upon that shelf looking down at everyone.

Wishing I could relate to them.

Wishing I had a life like them.

I might be selfish for that, but I want people to know I’m there.

I want people to care for me, and love me.

Just once I want someone to care, and teachers don’t care to understand me.

There has been very few teachers who cared for me and my opinion

If only every teacher cared the way, some of them do

What makes a good friend, teacher, parent, family is listening