Thought I was good at making friends
Thats what my mom always said
The older that I get
The more i disagree
They never loved me
Rather who i let them see
Carry a bag full of masks
One for every company
A pattern I understand
Like waves on a sea
They grow near to an illusion
Then the mask comes down, they flee
Only one holds me close
The me without the mask
Loves me under no conditi...
It was almost blinding
The blaze that flashed before my eyes
The warmth that accompanied it
More surprised by the timing
A moment of anger fueled by love
Both craving and resenting it
This must be the color of heart
In all its glory
So beautiful and scary
The color is red
What Ive decided
The guest of both love and hate divided....