"Friends"

I sit at the lunch table,

My hands empty.

I'm not hungry,

I'm lonely.

My best friend sits at a different table.

This is where we always sit.

The rest of the group sits

With her.

I can't take it.

I stand up,

Holding back tears,

Stumbling blindly through the doors,

Faintly hearing someone call my name

Until I reach the bathroom.

I shove the door aside,

Nearly collapsing as I seek shelter

From those eyes.

Those unseeing eyes.

A girl comes in.

We don't really talk

But I know her.

She asks if I'm okay,

I just step loser and hug her.

She hugs me back,

Letting my tears get her sweater all wet.

She invites me to sit with her for lunch.

I do,

But I would really like to be alone.

I can't let anyone see.

They have to remain unseeing.

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

This displays a deep emotional picture of pain and sorrow. I found found that many situations like these can be controlled and brought under our subjection by taking a leadership role in the friendship process. Sometimes the greatest thing we will overcome is ourselves. I would have walked to the other table and introduced myself. True friends will accept you, the false ones will epose themselves by their actions.

Good job Taylor:)

Levi

[Wolfwind]

The best type of friends are those that will show up and offer comfort, even before they know you.

A powerful piece of poetry that gives a look into youthful society. Thanks for sharing.

Aaron

[Sunflower]

This is a really good poem hun. It shows a lot of emotion and makes me feel everything you did. I'm sorry you don't lunch with me, or you would have never set alone. I'm here for you forever and always dallface.