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The Search for True Friends

I want to have friends that I can trust,
And I don't have to worry about what words come out.
I want to be able to lose myself completely,
and slip away from this space for as long as I need.
I want to fit into a place where I can be comfortable,
I can put my feet up and fall asleep as I please.
I want to have friends that will listen to my thoughts,
and I am not forced to shut my mouth.
Will you ever want to be my friend?
I want to laugh and just have fun.
And I don't want to have to worry about being wrong.
I don't want to feel ashamed when I laugh at something funny. 
I want to have friends that will love me for the man that I have become,
and not that man that I was.
I want to run free in this world with my friends,
and never have to look back in regret.
I just want to be loved.

Comments

Anonymous said…
My goodness, this poem hits home for me. I know exactly how you feel. It's been a long time since I've had friends that I could truly be me around, and I often wish that I had them.

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