The Short Poetry Collection

Treacheries

At High School, I had a friend who was completely different from my previous friends on this earth. He is special and may have been very rare to find. Or maybe, the only one.

Our meeting started in the cafeteria. At that time, I still did not have a friend or just a close friend. I don't know why it's so hard to mingle with my classmates when it's been a week since the first day of school. I'm not the kind of person who finds it hard to make friends and that week should be more than enough for me to have at least one close friend. But not this time. An unprecedented event.

I came to school early in the morning for pickets. School is still quiet, and so is my class. It was too early for the picket. Not wanting to stay inside for a long time because the atmosphere was scary and outside was not so bright, I chose to go to the cafeteria. One of the canteens I was about to visit was near my class, there selling meatballs. Since it's still early, I think it's a good time to eat meatballs that are still warm. To imagine it, I've been drooling. So, hurry up and order a bowl of meatballs. I realized someone else was sitting not far from me. He was a man with his thick glasses and also my age-visible on his tie-striped one, the same as me.

At first, he and I didn't talk. He also did not look. I hesitated to say hello, even to smile. Then, somehow, suddenly the outstretch of his hand was already in front of my eyes. I turned slowly towards him, making sure that it was his hand. I could not believe he was smiling until his eyes narrowed, looking sincere. I welcomed his hand and he immediately said his name.

"Dhira."

"Norra." I'm going to say my name.

Then, somehow and somehow what else happened after that, I don't really remember. We were close even though we were from a different class. As I thought, he's a smart kid and he helps me a lot in lessons. During those 3 years at High School, he was the only friend I had. Unreplaceable. He was kind to me, always helping me whenever I needed him.

During the exam period, regardless of what caused it, I intend to take advantage of Dhira. He happened to be in the room with me and also sat close to me. Although I was afraid he would ignore me at first, he was willing to give me an answer. What an angel.

Every time I am in trouble, it is always there. However, every time he himself was in trouble and needed my help, I just left. Pretending not to know and not to know. But he still helps me as much as possible. Although now I really regret what I did at that time, but traitors are still traitors, right? Yes, of course. A traitor remains a traitor, never an angel.

Now I'm gonna step away

Leaving my own friend

He helped me stand up

Be a handle to this road

I remember the times in his time

When you and I were together

The struggle of both of us

Achieve each goal

I am your traitor

Silencing your mouth

Still begging for help

Why is it always the same?

You clearly realize it

No matter how many times

Always hugging me without hating

My hate is slowly collapsing thanks to you

The shame I had to endure

Fully awakened myself

But I don't deserve you anymore

Traitors are traitors

Not worthy of an angel

Let yourself be full of regret

Let me be sorry

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