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I Thought He Was My Friend
Rebecca, Age 12, Merced, CA

He asked about my poem
Asked if he could read it
I told him no and walked away
I wish I hadnít done that

I came back to find my friend laughing
So hard he couldnít breathe
His finger pointed at me
Laughing, laughing at me

I thought he was my friend
But now Iím not so sure
Do friends go behind your back,
And laugh at what youíve done

I stood there and looked at him
Not sure he had really done it
But then I heard him quote a line
Laughing all the way

I wasnít sure about the poem
If it was any good
My friend confirmed my poem sucked
Laughing as he talked

I thought he was my friend
But now Iím not so sure
Do friends go behind your back,
And laugh at what youíve done

He came back later
His expression solemn
I thought he was sorry for what he had done
I was wrong

He had written a poem
The style mocked my own
The words stung
I felt my face burn

I thought he was my friend
But now Iím not so sure
Do friends go behind your back,
And laugh at what youíve done

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