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looking down by Riley H

  • Aug 14, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jan 16

I don’t look down on you because you struggled

I’m ashamed that you think I ever would

I don’t resent who you are as I see you

I resent the idea you had that no one could ever

Understand you. Or what you were dealing with

You let little me go on about her petty problems

And never thought to clue me in on the struggles you felt that I thought were myth

Because that version of you with that idea inside your mind

decided your best friend couldn’t help you

And pushed her away, left her behind

made her pick up the pieces of a seemingly simple friendship gone wrong

until she heard about the things you carried for so long


And didn’t tell ANYBODY


Then when it all came out you got the help you needed

you did right by you and came back

Then you fell right back into worse habits

And expected me to be okay with that?

Expected things to improve?

You didn’t feel the need to change

So why should the people around you move

Any mountains or even a pebble to help you

When you’ve been given all the help in the world

And decided “you know what, no one cares

About this "lonely girl”

Well anyways, you’re a lot better now

You finally found your “calling”

Just know I was only looking down at you

Because you seemed to never stop falling


About the Creator

Riley writes a lot of poetry, often following a similar pattern but varying the words. This particular piece stands out to her because it comes from her own experiences. She loves all of her poems, whether or not she personally relates to them, because she believes each one can mean something to someone out there. She hopes to one day publish a book of her poetry, with the dream that each piece will find a person to whom it means the world.


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© 2025 Riley Hayes. All Rights Reserved.

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