Behind The Barriers

The weary dance of friendship

Friends,
When you find them
You are weary,
But when you have them
You start to trust them.
Then you talk
About the storm inside your mind
And when you get home
Your all alone
With only your thoughts
And the music from your phone
When you think
The thoughts that come
Your mind races strong
'Why did you tell them that'
'They don't even like you'
'The reason they let you walk with them
Is because they pity you'
'No one really likes you'
'You won't have friends,
If you keep bothering them
With your stupid complaints'
'You were better off alone'
'Quite and shy,
Where you can't bug anyone'
So I let them take over
Because their true
I'm supposed to be a good friend,
A quiet friend.
A straight friend.
One that listens
Instead of talks
One that nods
And never discusses
I need to be quite
And let others speak, because,
I am a rock
I am quite
I am still
I listen,
But never talk
All my thoughts are ideas
All my actions are calm
I help others get through
The things they need
I have no tears
I have no pain
I am quiet
I am gentle

If I have troubles, I'll stay silent
And just write them down
I promise I won't bother you
With my complaints any more
Just listen to the music
As it sings it's melody
Lulling me into emotional hibernation