Misunderstood by many
Truly accepted by few
Throwing around the word friend
But suddenly acting brand new
People change they come and go
A silent whisper in the night
The sunset on the horizon
Slowly fading out of sight
When the darkness comes
That’s when you truly see
The ones who chose to stay
Despite the misery
Despite the anger and the pain
Despite you pushing them away
Despite the sadness and the rain
The hurtful words you don’t mean to say
Let me be your punching bag
If you need to talk I’ll be an ear
Let me be a helping hand
And help you conquer all your fear
Don’t be afraid to be weak
When I’m standing next to you
And trust that I’ll be there
Because that’s what a real friend would do
Written for someone close to me who was left behind and walked on by “friends”, she just needed a real friend.
I enjoyed reading this poem.
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