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.