I have had the same 2 friends since the 3rd grade
They are the only ones who see me for who I am
No, for what I am, not the beautifully crafted persona I have made
The persona that wills those foolish enough into believing I am human
What resides underneath is not quite understood, not even by me
There are lies that tangle my hair and worms throughout my skin
I have taken such lies and planted roots with them, like a great oak tree
It depends on who you are, on what you do, who you choose to be with
That will determine the branches you get to swing from, and the leaves you get to pick
No matter the truths I present, the vulnerability I show, there is always something lurking
Sometimes it's horrifyingly crude, me lying awake in the purple blanket of night, waiting for something to click
Or other times I am so utterly full of love and joy, practically bursting at the seams like a butterfly frantically flapping its wings
I have had the same 2 friends since 3rd grade
And together forever we will be
Because they are the only ones who know I'm not human, the ones who take my tangled web of lies and make a braid
Someday, I'm sure, I will find a place where you will see the illusion that I am free
But there are some things that can never be shared, not even with my 2 best friends
Some things are only for me
