Dividing Line

It starts out soft

A whisper in a crowd

Single voice crying out for help

Those who hear; ignore

Those who ignore; don’t hear

Spilt is her family

Two whole, but one half

On a line, does she stand

Torn between what she wants

And what she can’t have

Hands thrown up in surrender

Eyes glistening, tears withholding

Pain evident on her face

Voices yelling, screaming

Judging

Her path is split, but not for the better

One way holds pain

The other holds pleasure

A choice to be made

With no turning back

Suffocating, that is her world

Though it wouldn’t be known

The thoughts she thinks

The pain she feels

Hidden behind pretty smiles

They can’t tell

Don’t see

Won’t try

For she is not herself

Only what they decide

She wishes for more

Wants for easier

Aims for salvation

Trys for oblivion

Yet none of it matters

For she is one girl

Standing in a faceless crowd

Mind screaming for direction

Smiles painted on reaction

Never choosing, but always standing

On the line, in between

Friendship

It comes in different forms

Laughter at night when they should be sleeping

Secret smiles shared across the room

Hidden notes and questioning glances

A person to talk to when no one else listens

It comes in many forms that all tied together

Stories of ghost that wonder the halls

Pitter patter of feet sneaking snacks after hours

Giggling girls and snickering boys

Promises to never leave one another

Though many forms and shapes it may take

It all means the same to those it may touch

Bringing together even those unlikely

From sleepovers and parties

To school and parks

It all ties together in a six letter spelling

Cause all it takes to make this all happen

Is to simply find yourself overtaken

By this single word we know as

Friend