True Friendship

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A short message written to a friend about thanks and support.

Submitted: April 21, 2013

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A short thing I wrote to my friend who is always there for me. Names have been changed to protect the identities of others.
 
 
As I slowly open my eyes, I find myself standing in front of over 2,000 atheletes and fans. My lips trembled, and the cheering and screaming from the fans echoed in my ears. It gave me a wonderful feeling to be up there. A shiver sent through my spine, as I opened my mouth and let the words flow out, like a river. The soothing tune of the song calmed me, and I smiled. As i sang there, I wondered why I was the one to do this. It was a great honor. My friends and family had all been annoyed by my singing, but here, over 2,000 people admired me, and couldn't tell me to stop. I realized that this was truly where I belonged. Singing was my pasion, and to be respected for that was a greater honor than all the rest.
 
That story, I wrote. And it's based on you.
 
One time in Music, we were the only ones in the back room. So you told me a secret. You told me you loved to sing. And you sang to me. As you sang, I had my back turned. I had my back turned to hide the tears, because as you sang, I fell in love with the way you released your words. You clearly tasted your words before you spit them out. 
 
So when I overheard Joe* telling you to shut up your singing, it really crushed me. I know you have a soft side, and I know you have a lot of secrets. The only reason you hide is because you ask yourself: "What would my friends think?" So if they don't accept you for who you are, (unless you're a street robber, then nobody would like you) then they're not really good friends.
 
 
Right now, I don't care if you're gay, bi, straight, if you love dancing, painting, If you  like pointing at clouds or collecting stickers, I just wanna be your friend. Because honestly, you're one of the only people that I can talk to like the maniac I am. Because you understand. 
 
 I can tell that we're alike.We both like video games, comics, drawing, technology, star wars, singing, and other stuff. We also are both hiding from the truth.
 
My truth isn't all knives, gunshots, and swearing. I used to be a 'normal' girl. (overstatement on the normal part.) I guess I was just tired of being subject to sexism. So I deduced that if I acted like a guy, then it would stop. 
 
I know that your truth isn't all violent either.


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