I have a friend.

There, in the dark.

Her hair is long,

Her eyes are stark.

Her face is a mask,

Never to reveal.

All the scars

Need time to heal.

When the lights go on,

She rests her head.

Light is harsh

When you are dead.

So when she comes

Out from the night

I make sure to

Turn down the light

She is my friend

Or so I think

She only stares

She never speaks

One day she'll come

Take me away

To where the night

Hides from the day.

But she is my friend

I'll never doubt

For that's what friendship's

All about.


Ever made friends with someone who looked like a monster? This poem is my feelings about myself, if I ever really knew myself.