Literature
friends.
To have a friend, be a friend.
But it seems as if I'm chasing the wind.
No matter how much I show that I care,
When it's my turn to share, all of them are never there.
None of them ever intend
To stick with me till the end.
If only I was blessed like Christ,
Who had eleven of those gems.
They never truly want a connection,
Yet I chain myself to them,
'Cause I fear rejection,
And they see it through me.
Use a coward like me
To advance their superiority.
None of them want to know me.
Love and care are things they refuse to show me.
Or maybe...
I've lived in the darkness of loneliness for so long,
To the point when the light of friendship finally shines,
I quickly turn away to avoid getting blind,
Returning to the shadows, though there's nothing inside.
There could be others out there who really mean well.
Maybe some really want to help.
There may be others out there who I might come to trust.
Maybe some I could come to love.
But I don't know,
'Cause life made me live so
