PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Friends


Friends

When most people hear this amazing word they think of people who got their back always

But some kids think of people who backstab

People who change for the worse

People who became friends with others and left the kid in the dust

People who say they will be the kid’s friend forever and use them 

Some people get lucky and has never met a  “friend” like this

They have only met friends that have their back

That don’t use them

That don’t leave them in the dust

Then some people are that friend

But they were not born like this 

They became friends with a person who backstabbed

Someone that changed for the worse 

someone who left them in the dust 

Someone that used them

So they promised to  themselves that they will never be hurt by someone else again

They blocked out everyone 

And turned into this friend

Friend is a weird word 

Friend can mean a good thing 

And bad

But remember

Friends 

Not all of them are the same

And they can change for the bad 

Or the good

 
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.