My Dear Old Friend... (Please Read)

They bullied him for being different
Said he was strange
They told him he didn't belong
All 'cause he was gay
After school he would run
'Cause he knew the "cool kids"
Were about to have there fun

They caught up to him
Began to form a crowd   
Started yelling,
Kicking, and punching him
Till he fell down
They would all laugh and
Walk away

Walking home 
Bruised and bloody
He went up to his room to lay and prepare
For the next day

The next day came and he dreaded 
Walking home 
When he reached the outside
He began to run
Knowing the "cool kids"
Were about to have there fun

They caught up to him
Began to form a crowd  
But instead of them yelling,
Kicking, and punching him
I was there to grab his hand
I took a stand
He didn't seem different to me
I made him my friend

I missed school the next day
But when I returned
I go the news that he had moved
The "cool kids"
Got the best of him
And that was the last time I heard from
My dear old friend....



*Some parts of this story is true and some of it I added on to,
But people need to start treating others the way they want to be
Treated....*


*Alexz inspired me to write this about my old friend
So tnx u Alexz...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Matheny Avatar
December 16, 2008 at 3:17 PM
You are a Beautiful and Sweet person it just takes time to see that it's true. . And that's why you're like a sister to me now and I will not have you ever talk bad or see things that I don't about you. . Love Your Friend/Sissy Alexz ^-^
Matheny Avatar
December 16, 2008 at 12:19 PM
Thank You. . You're a very SWEET person inside and out, Love Your Friend Alexz ^-^
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