Sitting in the courtyard.
Fighting back the tears.
Glancing over at my once best friends.
Burying my head in shame.
Was it all a lie?
Did they ever value me?
Flicking through my book.
Trying to find somewhere to hide away.
Whilst I sit in the courtyard.
Fighting back the tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem