This is a poem I wrote last semester for my English class. It does not have a rhyme scheme, and it was based off of a picture. I hope y’all will relate. Enjoy!
Seventh grade, 2019, in front of the White House. Seeing friends turn away, and come back. Telling myself it was ok, and I wouldn’t lose them. Not believing what others said about losing friends and needing to find new ones. Not believing that I could not trust them. Not believing that they thought I was ok. Not believing a picture together meant we were still together. Not believing I could, and would have to make other friends. If I could have told myself to take one person and run from the group of smiling people, I would have. Life changes and people change, life changes and friends change. Friends should provide company, not loneliness. Friends should make you happy, not sad. Friends can be found, just look for them. Friends can move on, you should, too. All good things come to an end, I guess bad things do, too. I will be forever grateful for one friend, who gave me company when I needed it, who has, in fact, changed like everyone, but not in a way that I could lose her. There were times that I thought we would separate as friends. Though she moved a great distance, the bond between us is closer. Though she may not know whom I’m speaking of, and I may not the people she speaks of, we can relate and learn from each other, as in a story.
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