When breathing will only bring pain,
The kind of pain that is emotional,
You have no choice that seems rational
But to exert all force to feign
Some sort of spirit that seems real
To everyone around you.
Only the slightest few
Will understand how you really feel.
That small percentage of folk
Might even only include one
Who will straighten your backbone
And your right to whine revoke.
Forever you’ll have someone to defend,
As she has become your best friend.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
When breathing will only bring pain,
The kind of pain that is emotional,
You have no choice that seems rational
But to exert all force to feign
Some sort of spirit that seems real
To everyone around you.
Only the slightest few
Will understand how you really feel.
That small percentage of folk
Might even only include one
Who will straighten your backbone
And your right to whine revoke.
Forever you’ll have someone to defend,
As she has become your best friend.
September 13, 2013
I was taking a poetry class at the time and wrote this with a sonnet rhyme scheme, minus iambic pentameter. It's about how my best friend is an angel and doesn't deserve to have to worry about me.
