Cold

Not everything is about you.
But that’s okay, I get that way too.
Maybe I’m just sick of your pain.
With some of my own, I can barely contain.

You don’t know I’m cold inside.
To cover up the pain I hide.
I want the cold to replace.
To hide these feelings, I can’t misplace.

I want the burning inside to stop.
Sometimes I wonder, if our friendship’s a flop.
And deep down inside, I think about you.
And wonder if, you ever spoke truth?

-Gracie Beth

Sometimes I wonder what friendship is really about. Are we really there for each other or do we take upon ourselves, friends, just for our benefit in the relationship and not for them?


CATEGORIES : Poetry/ AUTHOR : Gracie Beth

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