Friends

You hold me close

And keep me safe.

Because all their words

Stick and chafe.

 

But you can not

keep me from harm.

Becuase they get me

with all their charm.

 

And when the tears

come at last.

You'll listen to me cry,

over the past.

 

For this life thing

I can't figure out.

So your on the other line

just letting me shout.

 

My writing skills.

I think they lack.

My drawings all

make me look like a hack.

 

But when I say,

thats what I think.

You say I'm wrong,

before I can blink.

 

You give me faith

when I can't see.

You make me believe

that I am me.