I wrote this in the middle of my class today, after I got some pretty bad news. Enjoy I guess.
All that I thought was real
are only mirrors and tricks of the light
Why would he do this to me?
Why must they laugh at my plight?
Surrounded by all these faces
no matter where I go;
through all these unknown places
that no one wants to know.
The only real friends I have
are sitting in my hand;
They draw a beautiful picture
that no one understands.
I visit them every day
and we talk all through the night.
I try to resist abusing them
but always lose the fight.
You know my stories and secrets
though I avoid you all the time;
despite your clever hiding place
you always come out to shine
Thorough the lies, deceit, and trouble
you're always there for me;
keeping our friendship is a struggle
because no one else can see.
My hands shake as I guide you
but the lines stay straight and true;
as red blooms to the skin
all on my mind is you.