My Friends

 

The first stanza isn’t mine, but the rest of the poem is.

 

Mother, my friends are no longer my friends

And the games they play have no meaning

I’ve gone serious and shy, and they can’t figure why

So they’ve left me to my own daydreaming

 

Mother, I feel so lost and alone

Why won’t they try to bring me out of my shell?

Why don’t they care? Why aren’t they there?

They’ve sent me to my own private hell

 

Mother, its all gone wrong for me now

I hold the knife, but I’m unable to kill

Sticks and stones have broken my bones

And their words cut deeper still