My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Their Gaze

Returning the gaze,

I look to the corner of my eye

There are always stares,

It seems why I sigh.

The stress it builds up after day,

I'm never noticed

The hate it builds up after day

The one left in the shadows.

They come out to play,

And we all know they won't stay 

We come out to play,

And get put back in our prisons.

The one day I hope,

The one I try

They can't break me,

They won't break me,

Keep saying it,

Words are all we have here.