Nov 2014
She looks lost.
The girl standing there.
I squint a little and realise.
Isn't she one of my friends?
Oh yes. She is.
Why does she look like she feels out of place? Pity.
Should I go help her?
No. Who cares?
I have my OWN friends around me.
I'll be selfish. I have always been that way.
The girl standing there.
I squint a little and realise.
Isn't she one of my friends?
Oh yes. She is.
Why does she look like she feels out of place? Pity.
Should I go help her?
No. Who cares?
I have my OWN friends around me.
I'll be selfish. I have always been that way.
This poem is dedicated to one of my friends who has this disposition to never help people in need. Thanks.
