Poetry

Wrote this last night but whatever it's still going up

My Friends
You talk about my friends
As if you know who they are
But do you know their pasts?
Or how badly they're scarred?

You talk about my friends
But what you say is wrong
Walk a mile in their shoes,
Then say they aren't strong

You talk about my friends
And say they're the same
Same hell, different demons
Different levels of pain

You talk about my friends
Degrade them in every way
But you really don't know
What they deal with each day

So please don't talk about my friends
You don't know them at all
But I'll let you know one thing:
I'll always catch them if they fall.