• Walking down these high school halls
    Seeing only teenage dolls
    Shells of who they want to be
    Hiding from reality

    The friends that I don’t know
    Their true faces they don’t show
    They want to be accepted
    Welcomed in, not rejected

    And so I was alone
    In the 9th grade world of the unknown
    And so was she
    Sharing in my misery

    But a friendship grew
    And I wanted to tell her “thank you”

    For being there
    When no one else was…
    For holding my head up
    When all I could do was sob…
    For telling me “It’ll be ok”…

    Even when she hurt
    She still took care of me.

    Now walking down these once familiar halls
    Seeing all these teenage dolls
    Shells of who they want to be
    Hiding from reality

    My memories of high school
    So many of them cruel
    But I had my one helping hand
    And now we lead the lives we planned.