Worth His Weight In Gold Poem by Tess Connor

Wrapped up in my true friends arms, a friend worth his weight in gold
Yet I still feel so alone and scared, a little confused and cold
Not knowing where to run to, not knowing where to go
Not seeing the windswept trees, not feeling the rivers flow
Confusion without any answers boggles up my mind
Confusion turns to anger, to rage with me you’ll find
When I get so angry I can’t control my mood
Something horrible happens due to all the hate I have brewed
I kick a door, throw a rock, I break a window, hit someone hard
Passing all my problems over, leaving them all scarred
So I say I’m sorry to my one friend worth his weight in gold
For making your life include my troubles, making you watch my death unfold