Friends?

She uses all her strength to save them, to pick them up from their own troubled mind. Gave away her trust just for it to be broken right in front of her. To talk to people to help them yet they talk bad about her behind her back. She says she loves them but they say they hate her behind the scenes.

They think she doesn’t know but she does . Her walls are back up, tears back in her eyes and scars hidden. Only the real ones see her pain, they know the truth. She’s ready to fight and not give up. To help the helpless and save herself. To help those with finding their voice and those who are think they are entitled to lower theirs. The under dogs will rise one day whether they love it or not. They may control the narrative now but not anymore. The door is open, justice will come and be served for dinner.

* Poems are not directed at anyone, just an expression of art and feelings.*