For a person who doesn’t have any friends,

You’re mightily convinced,

That you’d be a great friend,

Just as soon as someone would care,

Long enough to just stay there,

Helpful in the quest to mend,

Warming to stop the flinch,

In real life not where you request friends,

It would a very long conversation and you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to care for me anymore. You’ve got a lot of living to do and I could only ever hold you back. I know you are ok now. I’ll be needy and greedy for attention elsewhere.

Truth is you are afraid of people,

You’ve seen how extreme you’ve gotten,

Now you paint the world the same,

You going in looking for doors,

Not as bad those that stare at floors,

You’re more than willing to confront shame,

But then you go dark like the fallen,

Afraid, yet you too are people…