She was weary, she was tired.
A long day of school, the sun burning hot, and life all mixed up.
Everything seemed so extreme now, like black and white.
Black and white. She smiled at the comparison. A chess game was what this was.
This fight, this ignoring, they were the white side, the angels of the game, but in truth, a pack of wolves.
She, on the other hand, was the black side. Black, because that's what they thought of her. Black because that's what she was. But black suited her perfectly fine, she liked the color. It represented the darker, rarer side of life, dark, but not necessarily bad. She played a one-man game. And she liked it that way.
White was the majority, black, the minority.
This comparison worked in so many ways.
They were the pawns, following one leader, protecting one leader - who had the importance of the king and the strength of the queen.
She was the pawns, and the king and the queen.
Neither of the sides were about to bow down to the other.
Not them, not she.
Her tired mind suddenly seemed alive, jumping with words, their comfort zone, and it poured out.
They ignore, no, they don't look my way.
It's a fight, and it's getting worse day by day.
Should I say sorry, and end this feud?
Or not? For then, it's me they'll exclude!
I can get this friendship back, the type that doesn't break,
But is that what I want? My dignity's at stake.
I can change the past - as if it never happened,
Say the word 'sorry', I might again become the best friend.
But, if I don't, let's be honest, what have I to lose?
The so-called friends might take me back, but I have to choose -
If they are my real friends - well they wouldn't have chucked me out,
They'd stand by me through good and bad, and now I start to doubt...
For they are playing "Simon Says"
They're following the leader's ways..
Or else they'll be next, I'm sure they're scared,
They'd have taken the risk if they really cared.
The fight might end, I may go back,
But my own mind is what I won't lack,
I'll do what I KNOW is right,
Even if it leads to another fight!
Friends again? Maybe, maybe not...
But a valuable lesson, I've been taught!
She laughed. It wasn't that easy, as saying sorry, and getting re-accepted. But she did feel better about herself.
As she read it out to her dad, he started to laugh.
"Well, at least something good came out of this fight!"
A long day of school, the sun burning hot, and life all mixed up.
Everything seemed so extreme now, like black and white.
Black and white. She smiled at the comparison. A chess game was what this was.
This fight, this ignoring, they were the white side, the angels of the game, but in truth, a pack of wolves.
She, on the other hand, was the black side. Black, because that's what they thought of her. Black because that's what she was. But black suited her perfectly fine, she liked the color. It represented the darker, rarer side of life, dark, but not necessarily bad. She played a one-man game. And she liked it that way.
White was the majority, black, the minority.
This comparison worked in so many ways.
They were the pawns, following one leader, protecting one leader - who had the importance of the king and the strength of the queen.
She was the pawns, and the king and the queen.
Neither of the sides were about to bow down to the other.
Not them, not she.
Her tired mind suddenly seemed alive, jumping with words, their comfort zone, and it poured out.
They ignore, no, they don't look my way.
It's a fight, and it's getting worse day by day.
Should I say sorry, and end this feud?
Or not? For then, it's me they'll exclude!
I can get this friendship back, the type that doesn't break,
But is that what I want? My dignity's at stake.
I can change the past - as if it never happened,
Say the word 'sorry', I might again become the best friend.
But, if I don't, let's be honest, what have I to lose?
The so-called friends might take me back, but I have to choose -
If they are my real friends - well they wouldn't have chucked me out,
They'd stand by me through good and bad, and now I start to doubt...
For they are playing "Simon Says"
They're following the leader's ways..
Or else they'll be next, I'm sure they're scared,
They'd have taken the risk if they really cared.
The fight might end, I may go back,
But my own mind is what I won't lack,
I'll do what I KNOW is right,
Even if it leads to another fight!
Friends again? Maybe, maybe not...
But a valuable lesson, I've been taught!
She laughed. It wasn't that easy, as saying sorry, and getting re-accepted. But she did feel better about herself.
As she read it out to her dad, he started to laugh.
"Well, at least something good came out of this fight!"
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