High School

She was the type of girl
who knew how to make your day.
She smiled at you, was quiet and sweet,
but in reality
she just needed someone.
She was slowly breaking inside,
but no one could hear her scream.
She cried herself to sleep at night,
but no one listened to her sob.
Her mom didn’t listen
or just didn’t understand.
So she kept going on
till things got out of hand.
A friend might have changed her story
from begininng to end,
but its to late now.
Are you a friend?


Todays best new poem was written by Traci Duke.


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