My Friend
My guiding light, my friend, my paper and pen
Growing up I haven't had a steady friend, a diary to confide in
I don't ask for a response
Just that someone listens to me
Something, someone to take in what I'm feeling.
I exert my emotion
feeling relief in excess,
I begin
to rely heavily on this friend
Hoping desperately they'd give me what I need in the end,
A companion.
I don't feel like I need one now physically
because when it's all said and done,
who can I really count on to stay with me?
This poem is about:
Me