I Have This Friend

I have this friend who always woke up late.

She'd always complain about how school hours have always been unfair,

and she'd trudge her way to class a few minutes before 8.

I knew her lateness always made her anxious like hell,

but she have always kept her cool.

I have this friend who always laughed at every little thing.

She'd laugh at a kid who would stumble over nothing,

and she'd snort at every joke anybody says.

I knew the smiles always made her tired as hell,

but she kept pretending happiness was her hobby.

I have this friend who listens to emo rock bands.

She'd mouth the lyrics silently when she thinks nobody is watching,

and she'd probably listened to the same album in weeks.

I knew her heart always bled at every word in the songs,

but she just stares blankly on a stain in the wall.

I have this friend who have always been desperate to go home after a day.

She'd lock the doors to her room as silence envelops her,

and she'd lie down, hug her pillow close, then face the wall.

I knew her mind always wrecked her inside,

but she just choked in her sobs, hoping nobody hears her cries.

I have this friend who's a walking rubix cube.

She'd be this living piece of confusing object, not broken just undone

and she'd probably be writing about this friend of hers.

I knew she knows she does not fool everyone,

but still, she continues to.