This isn’t meant to be a poem,
Just a story about me,
A thing that happens often,
A thing not many people see.

Yet, it’s turning into one,
A poem, no doubt,
I don’t exactly control it,
But here’s what the story’s about.

I’m going through a time,
That life just seems bad,
My guardians tell me I have ‘insight’,
But all I feel is sad.

There doesn’t seem to be happiness,
And some people around me know,
But most are oblivious,
So I try put on a show.

I know that a friend is reading this,
And to this friend, I say hi,
I know that you know,
But it still feels like a lie.

When I need someone,
No one’s there,
Life seems to hate me,
It seems unfair.

But that’s not the case,
Or at least I hope,
Because there’s always a way out,
It’s like my safety rope.

So, to my friend, and anyone else,
I’m just here to say hi,
It wasn’t much of a story,
But now I say goodbye.