Friends

There are things you like
And things you do not like in a person
And as you try to make friends
The things you do not like pop up in your brain
And you feel good he can not hear you
Or see your brain stem

Sometimes feeling guilty
Surprised
Awkward

And you feel good he can not percept you that deep
Because in the end
You know we are enstranged creatures
Forever separate
But then
Still wanting to be friends.