They are the weird type
Not defined by the labels
that middle school plasters upon every face
They could care less
About the clothes I wear
Or how I look on the outside
They can see past that
To my inner beauty.
They laugh with me
They cry with me
We may fall but we help each other up
Holding out our hand
Always there
I go through my hard times
and try to cover my problems
With a mask of happiness
A mask of perfection
But they know me all to well
They see past my disguise
And lend their shoulder
So I can cry on it.
They annoy me to death
But I love them to death
What can I say?
They are my friends.
And we walk together
Enjoying every step
Side by side.
Author notes
I am so blessed to have such awesome friends!!
A contest entry
- Count Your Blessings. by Poetryintheblood.
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Thank you for your lovely entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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