Friendship

I lay here, the prying eyes open me and they will see a mess of different letters.

These letters, they make not words, no emotions, no strengths, no weaknesses, they will open me and find

names.

The names of those that i have seen with a momentary glimps; and those i have known for my life.

They will see the names of all that have influenced me, for better, or for worse.

They will see me and find that i am nothing; They will find the names of the ones i know, and they will know that i am not myself, i am them and they make me who i am.