From the bottom of my heart

I am flesh

Popularity is a curious thing.
My mind could never fully
Grasp the concept of people
Injecting fake smiles and laughs
Into their systems
To get into someone else's good books.
We are flesh, we are blood.
We are not words, confined in a page, in a chapter, in a book.
But do we ever listen?
She is pretty.
She is rich.
But why does it matter?
Does her beauty rub off of you?
I don't think so.
Is her wealth to be shared with you?
Perhaps.
But that isn't what a true friend is.
I'm talking about you.
Who would you lean on when you're weak?
Who would be your pillar of strength?
Me? I'm no concrete pillar but I would give you more support than that flimsy book could ever provide you.
I am flesh. I am flesh.