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 condition

Helps me grow from the past

To most, i am impermenant

Only loved when i take up space

To you im in everything

Never feeling out of place