Who really is a friend? I ask
What is a friend? I ask
The question I fear most is, “Do I have one?
You may think that the better question would be, “Am I a friend?”
But that I already know, I am a friend.
“How do you know this?” You ask.
I am loyal, I put you before me
See, I have lost, we all have lost but this is not about your loss
It’s about me. Yes today, I choose me.
Damn you for judging me, for calling me names
Damn you for not accepting me as I am
I’m welcome when I agree with you and you dismiss me when I don’t
You see, that’s not a friend
“Do I need one?” No, but “Do I want one?” Yes
There’s a friend I know I have that’s loyal, always there
But that feels like it’s not enough, I want more, I need more
See into my soul, look inside my pain, free me
Let me be me, perfectly imperfect
A work in progress
“Who is a friend?” I ask again
I am a friend, I am my friend
I will be loyal to me, I will let me be me, I will let me speak
I will not bore me with religious mumbo-jumbo
I will not patronize me with scripture, I will listen to me
I will not manipulate me, and I will not lie to me
I will always tell me the truth especially when it’s uncomfortable
Are you your friend?
Today, I choose me, it hurts, more than hurts
I’ve never had my skin ripped off of me but this feels close
“See me, hear me, let me speak” I am not okay, let me not be okay
Be your friend, choose you. Hear you
Cliche- my best friend is You.