What I do.

not so much of a poem as just pondering on things...

I do what i can.

I aim to please.

Some things are hard.

 

I try my best.

I don't know whats right.

And I hope not to fight.

But sometimes I'm wrong, too.

 

I may say things that I don't mean.

I may do things that don't make sense,

Or do things only for your sake.

 

All I ever do, is try to be a good friend,

To do what's best, what's right, what we need, and what we want.

But maybe, everyonce in a while,

I need to be selfish (too)

 

Try to understand me

and I'll try to understand you.

But in the midst of trying to understand everyone else,

I may often lose myself.

 

I don't know me.

I'm learning more and more about myself.

More so than I'm learning about you.

 

I can be selfish.

I can shut everyone else out.

I can talk and hope for (or demand) someone's attention.

I can say things that sound mean.

I can demand things to be my way.

But I can also hope that I do these things infrequently,

And I find, or so I hope, that I do these only when I need to be heard, to be listened to, to help myself feel better and/or clear something up.