Friend – Poetry

You see me smile

And buy me all these drinks

Confess our dreams

For all these fancy things

Is that why you call me a friend?

 

You’ve tasted every tear

That I let fall from my eyes

But haven’t felt any of that pain

That I feel inside

Yet, you call me a friend

 

You say you’re beautiful

Just the way you are

But will you love those ugly parts

I have hidden underneath this mask?

Because all I need is a friend

 

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