The Lonely

This whole poem doesnt potray me, but the parts about how I don't have many friends does.

She lies in her bed, 

As she has her head in her hands she thinks of death, 

Would anyone miss her? 

In everyone's eyes she's a blur, 

No one at school actually enjoys her presence, 

Everyone looks at her as if she is a menace, 

Why can't she make friends? 

Is it the aura she sends? 

Is it because she's not popular? 

Is it because her personality stands out as being smaller, 

She isn't like all the other girls who are fake. 

This question is something she just can't take! 

Why doesn't she have that many friends? 

Is it because the innocent aura she still sends? 

Or is it because she doesn't want to be popular? 

Sorry she has a soul and isn't bipolar! 

Sorry she laughs at jokes that are actually funny! 

Sorry her voice isn't smooth and deep like honey! 

She has made it this far without friends and she can make it further! 

She will tell her kids the number friends doesn't matter when she becomes a mother.

Reviews

[Mercer]

I enjoyed this piece very much, the flow is spot on and the message portrayed is satisfyingly heartbreaking. This coming from someone who didn't make a serious friend till the teen years.

[Amy]

Thank you for the review, and I hope you have a close friend. :)

[Mercer]

I'm up to three! the only people i can trust.

[Amy]

Aw, I'm glad to hear you're not alone in this world!

[lessa (kenzie)]

love the last five lines of this, very well written and flows so well. emotional but fun read.

[Amy]

Thank you!