True friend
I walk down the hallA smile on my face
i am here with my friends
making jokes having fun
but they just don't understand that I am crying inside
It seems that they don't want to see what's wrong
I hate that they laugh
and then I laugh but then cry from pain inside
I think only one saw me only in pain
when I am laughing ,
She sits by me in the bathroom comforting me
she helps me to my feet
shows me that the pain can go away if I try
and try to let her in so she can help
So maybe the true friend
is the friend that helps you with the most troubling things.
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