Hoping Against Hope

I hold on tightly to all that I hold so dear Hoping against hope she sees me near I wonder if she befriended me for reasons facetious Or is it because she had no other friendship I clasp onto this with a rock iron grip Hoping against hope shes not my friend for a day Withered by life and bruised by many a past dismay I walk morosely towards my friend with her back to me Unintentionally I hear the words she spat out . . . about me Hi I say, how are you doing dear friend of mine She turns in guilt, to find me bathed in a smile No matter she was my fiend for a day To find my truth this is but a minor delay Hoping against hope I find my lifes true worth I grin and smile, all pretended mirth