I am here, 
I am present,
I am listening.

I know what is going on,
what you want to tell,
but I am here, 
I am present, 
I am listening,
I'm not stupid.

I may look so,
You may think I am so,
but I am not.

I am just avoiding problems,
for if I don't shut my mouth,
and say what I should say,
what I feel,
what I think,
You will explode.

Because the thread was thin,
very thin,
it was about to break,
Until I said no,
I should shut my mouth to avoid problems,.

But I am still here, 
I am still present,
and I am still listening.

I know what you want to tell me so bad,
but you can't tell me until the thread breaks,
until you explode,
just when I say my only left word.

And this isn't something that'll be over,
no,
It will last forever,
And I will remain alone.

I can tell you,
the thread of friendship is thin,
and if I say one more word,
I will remain alone.

Whenever you meet a person you say,
either hello or hi,
and whe you go and leave,
you say see you later or bye.

She was there all right,
I saw her standing,
I had to run,
or I'd die of fright.

She was there,
I saw her,
I'm sure I did,
It is not a dream,
it is not a story,
But I saw her.

Her.

She had a beautiful black dress on,
she stared at me,
she didn't talk,
I knew it wouldn't last long.

But I saw her again,
just not visibly,
she was invisible,
but I saw and heard her,
because she asked me for a pen.

Then she was gone.
Gone forever.
The only time I'd have a chance,
I'd lose it,
because I was too shy to say,
"Stay here, You are my best friend."

(Warning: I am not the narrator of this poem. I am the author of it.) 

This is a poem to show a different point of view a person can have:

There is this girl,
she pretends to be shy,
but when you talk to her personally,
She is such a chatterbox.

She is a showoff,
(at least when I'm there),
and people like her,
how is that fair?

My friends say she is pretty,
funny,
friendly,
nice and more,
I really can't stand it,
They don't give me pity,
and I'm sure that one day they'll Love her,
and Hate me,
and I won't be popular anymore.

I have a plan,
I'm going to take,
all her friends and a piece of cake,
I'll prove to them,
I'll lie if I have to,
that she is not a good friend.

And then I'll have power,
I'll be popular again,
but this living mean creature,
will still be there.

So I have to prepare,
and organize,
that this is not going to happen,
No, no shy, baby-like, chaterbox, showoff , small creature!!!!

Could it be her
she act so nice
I she mean on the inside?
It's possible..

she describes her just like it where me
why would she do such a thing
Maybe she meant for me to read it 
that would be mean

is she really my friend

What is a friend like?
What does the word friend actually mean?
How do they act?
Nobody really knows..

I have so many questions,
but not enough answers

And I wonder 
Could it be