I know if a girl,
She is quite strange.
She talks kinda funny,
And rarely is all "there".

She is my friend,
The best in the world.
We talk all the time,
Sleepover and play.
She is the best,
She is my friend.

But.
I worry.
I worry for her.
She gets in trouble,
And does poorly in school.
But mostly.
She is blind to the truth.

I try to help,
Give her some slack.
But.
Lately all I want,
Is to shake her,
Wake her,
Tell her the truth.
And when I try to tell her,
She goes up and cries.
She says she's not ready,
Is not able to understand.
But all I'm really saying,
Is that she's being led.

So now I sit here writing,
Writing these worries out.

I try to help her,
I do all I can.
But.
I shouldn't have to do this!
Nor should she!
I want to help her,
I want her to see the truth,
And become her true person.
But.
How?

Ok, this is the 1st in the "self discovery" series of mine. This was
written over a year ago about someone who was my friend at the time. As
you can see, I worried about this ex-friend.