Acquiring Consciousness

July 23, 2008
By Annie Widom, Pittsburgh, PA

I told her.
I told her.

Through my tears,
Her face appears
and disoriented.

I hated myself,
for betraying trust.
Trust that I yearned for.
Trust I no longer have.

From my mouth to hers,
From hers to others,
It’s a never-ending chain.
One person, to the next.

That was what she was afraid of.
When she told me,
It was her only plea.
Don’t tell anyone.

That was the only request.
The only thing she wanted.
Now my conscience is haunted.
I learned my lesson.

I betrayed,
my best friend.

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This article has 2 comments.

salsanrafe said...
on Aug. 17 2008 at 2:39 pm
it's ok girl, if she was ur real friend, she would understand how u feel.

socksrox. said...
on Aug. 12 2008 at 6:31 pm
i can connect to this peom so well. it is beutifully written. i love it!

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