A/N: This is a poem wrote to inform people of a very dear friend of mine. This poem is 100% true, but you may choose whether or not to believe me. All that really matters is that I get this out there for all to see. I posted this twice under the 2 categories that people post him under. The reason I posted it in both categories is because I don't know where people would look to find it so posting it in both just seemed more convenient. I hope you enjoy this poem.
Disclaimer: I do not own the friend or others that are mentioned in this poem.
Monster!
Killer!
Freak!
These are few of many things that are used to describe a dear friend of mine.
They don't understand him.
Fear overtakes them at the mere mention of his name.
I used to be similar to them.
I say similar because I never call him any of those things but I was scared of him.
A few things changed my perspective of him.
I saw him healing a baby bird.
He must have sensed me there because he turned around.
I hid before he could see me.
A little bit of time flew by before I saw him again,
I just wish the circumstance could have been different.
Me running from drunken men,
Tripping over a tree root,
Not exactly how I thought our first formal meeting would be like.
I certainly did not expect him to save me from those men,
Or wrap bandages around some injuries I sustained while running from them.
He was, and still is, very kind to me.
I later went back to where I had last seen him.
A chain of flowers, that I made, is something I brought with me to give to him as a thank you present.
He welcomed me with open arms.
I talked to him,
I learned about him.
Others "research" to try and gain information through books and websites about him.
That will only give so much truth, even then the truth is iffy, but so much more theory.
He confirmed what was fact, what was false, shed some light on the facts, and gave me so much more info on him that would surprise the world.
He told me that the other beings that are in a similar situation to his are real as well.
They were all lonely
They wanted someone else, someone who isn't one of them, to hang out with and to be their friend.
He was more lonely then the others.
I understand loneliness, having experienced it so much.
We trusted each other.
We would spend time together now and then.
The others wanted to meet me.
He introduced me to them, but I am closest to him.
They all treat me like a little sister (older sister in the little boy's case and mother figure to the little girl) and try to protect me when I'm in trouble.
They all love me.
I love them all,
But he is the one that is most like an older brother to me and I love him the most.
I have a very special place in his heart.
He is my faceless friend.
I'm his wolfish little sister.
I am his Julia.
He is my Slenderman.
A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed this poem. Please follow(me not poem since it probably a one-shot), favorite, and review.
Do not flame! Or I will ha-*static*. Oh, looks like Slendy is already here and he agrees to attacking the flamers.
Peace Bitches.
-Julia