So here is a poem I wrote. I would GREATLY appreciate it if you would tell me what you think of it. This is all I'm going to post today.
She turns her head, And chokes back the tears. You say you have always been there Throughout the many years. You continue to go on this common rant of yours, But yadda, yadda, yadda is all she hears.
You have attended every concert, game, & parade. You have helped at every show. But have you thought that maybe she wasn't talking About the many places you go? Ever imagine that she wanted to just sit and talk About your dreams and fears, about life and what you know.
She sits there, tuning you out, Waiting until the poor me shit ends. You are back at the part, Where you're parents were never there, you only had friends. You never seem to notice that she has fears, You only give yours, and comfort this does not lend.
She has spent nineteen years Waiting and hoping that one day you'll see. Maybe one day you see just how lost And lonesome she may be. You've believed the lies as easily as the rest, See, her smile is the key.
No one can imagine such a smile Coming from one that is crying inside. No one saw the pain in her eyes, When she learned her best friend died. She left and no one came after her, And that day, alone in the rain, she cried.
Her mistakes are plentiful, Her regrets are many. She wonders if she hadn't dated that boy, If she'd have as many problems, if any.
So as you come to the end of this rant, Watch as she chokes back the tears. See the pain in her eyes, As she regrets expressing her fears. She'll handle this alone from now on, She'll deal with the pain, the stares, the leers. She's stronger then ever now, So don't worry, she no longer needs you dear.
One day you'll see the pain That's caused this common complaint. One day she'll sit with her daughter, And your influence their conversation will not taint. She'll tell of her mother too worried about herself, Of how pretty pictures her words never did paint. So watch the pain vanish From these tears stained eyes. There is pain there, That you will never understand, that you cannot deny. Some of the pain is hidden on purpose, But there is some there because you believed the lie. The lie of a smile, a lie you should have seen through, But you never wanted to look her deep into the eyes.
She is screaming inside, but She would be better off speaking to the deaf. And so this shall end, For she is done wasting her breath. She has already lost all hope, And it hurts more than a death. | 
So is she contradicting herself or is she calling us mistakes? I'm lost and I don't feel like asking for directions to her end of Crazytown. 
I guess spelling it multiple times wasn't good enough. *sigh* Now I can handle the screaming, the yelling, and the accusing but there is one thing that has been getting under my skin. It's just one simple phrase: 
Apparently I am the only one. oh well. So then my best friend got beat up by her ex boyfriend about a week ago and now she has been having really bad spasm attacks. After literally fighting with her and forcing her into the car, I drive her to the ER. Now guess which doctor was on call? That's right, dumber-then-a-chicken-dude. Idiot. Turns out she just has bruising and since she "has to breathe" (direct quote from the doctor) it can't heal quickly. So that's been my week. 
