Friends Poem by Lacie Wasserman

Not knowing scares us. We do the dares our friends tell us to. To show for what? Courage? Strength? No! To show your idiocy. Your stupidity. You call them your real friends? Ha. Lies. They dont care. But you think they do. Thats what hurts you the most. Knowing that they dont care. That they're fake. Full of lies. It tears you apart, inside and out. Cant control your anger, your tears, your going to break down. You start sobbing. Your scared. You relize your all alone. You start breaking things, going in a rage. You fall. You pick yourself up. Think. Hear the crickets whispering. You smile to your self. You start walking and laughing at yourself knowing how stupid you were. You go find real friends. Ones that actually care.