My friends who keep me sane,
the ones with laughter that chimes louder than any church bells
The people with amber, ombre, raven, ruby, teal, and sandy hair.
With sparkling eyes and warm hearts,
comforting hugs and lighthearted remarks.
Accompanied by the giving of equal parts and the openness of our hearts.
We go through each day together merrily.
But at night, we battle with our minds over common ground.
Tomorrow, however, we start anew.
From the tap…tap...tap of our feet down the empty hallways after eighth,
to the face times that relieve us of our worries and daily stresses.
We glide through the woeful emotions and dramatic labyrinths,
these of which are caused by high schools many intricate obstacles.
They are the people with whom I share my deepest secrets and greatest happiness.
Unique people that say “what’s poppin’”, “this is true”, “meeee”,
Peculiar people that will howl song lyrics in hallways bursting with people,
but cannot, however, say how they truly feel sometimes.
The people with the brightest of smiles, but the darkest of hearts.
We break us down only to put on a Broadway standard performance for everyone but us.
We don’t have to be cheery around us.
We each have our many emotional support items.
From rings, to sweaters, to jackets, to blankets, to pillows, to pictures.
They are the people who are mine,
while I am theirs.
These are not my friends,
But my family.
They are the ones that make sure I will not let the mask of a perfectly sound mind slip.
Wonderful people who know how to make me white and not gray,
They are the memories and inside jokes and photographs and films and most importantly,
they do not care what race, sexuality or gender, or anything I may identify as.
They keep me being me.
My favorite people who keep me right in the head.