who will be there to coax me out?
When I have no words,
who will carry the conversation
and ask me things I can answer?
When I'm not funny,
who will stick around?
When I feel ugly,
who could care less, and go grunge with me?
When I seem to make excuses,
who will understand that even I don't get it?
When I get quiet,
who will notice and feel concerned?
Who will have compassion?
Who will care, no matter what?
Who can I always count on?
Who won't judge my unpredictable soul?
I can't even count on myself.
Don't worry- this is just me tonight.
I'll be fine tomorrow.
The questions won't hound my mind so unrelentingly.
But in this moment of clarity, I wonder.
What are my true friendships?
I put a lot in and I don't know how steadfast the return is.
It scares me.
And it makes my heart ache.