ok well I obviously didn't spend too much time on this poem. um when I was writing it I had in mind an actually ex friend of mine that was crying in the hallway this morning. She did look at me when I was at my locker but I didn't do anything because about a month earlier she had made a couple of big lies to me and I felt that from there she messed up the friendship that we had. I mean of course though, part of me did feel bad and want to help her but I didn't and well I guess I wouldn't because of what had happened. sorry if that doens't quite make the best sense but I am trying to explain it as well as I can at this moment. Thanx for reading the poem though.

Laterz,
Criztal