Not Just A Teacher But A Friend

I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go.
This is just something I think you need to know.
I don't know what made me trust you.
I still remember the day when I told you what I've been through.
I thought I should run away, go hide in a hole,
but then you really brought out my true soul.

As each day grew longer,
our trust became stronger.
Each time I wanted to cry,
you stayed there right by my side.

Then I moved to the next grade.
Boy, was I afraid
that our trust would slowly fade,
but I was wrong;
we are still strong.

Even though sometimes you don't have time,
you at least ask me if I am fine.
Even though sometimes I am not,
I feel like I have just been shot,
I smile and say yes I'm alright.
Then I walk away and you're out of sight.
I'll just have to wait.
I still have my fate.

I am so glad
that you were there when I was sad
and this is what makes you
not just my 7th grade teacher but also my friend.
 

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