Friend of a Friend Could Be a Friend

The joke would enter the room before the man "Where is the Line for the Buffet." I heard the laughter and I saw the hurt in his eyes He laughed along with them with practiced ease Protecting himself, don't look too close please! I felt bad this man of substance is my friend The person he presents, not real but pretend A caricature of himself on lend Each laugh a confirmation of what he sees Stop laughing, I beg you please collectively you add to his disease Each of us has our own insecurities My own is wrapped up in trying to please I too have needs but inside I freeze Measuring my words the things I say Somehow, scares some people away I want friends yet alone I play Pretending that I'm okay Please try to see me, I pray I would never celebrate your demise Look close there are tears in my eyes I'm not happy unless you rise Three men all different me not one of the guys I accept you as you are The gap seems wide but it isn't that far Each is broken in a different way Perfection not possible and that's okay When I ask you questions I want to hear what you say It's not to throw your words back at you Perhaps that's what some others do You might think I gloat but my heart doesn't play that note. If you do well my spirit will float For now, I'll ponder each thought More is more, less is not I have what I have you've got what you've got Together we have quite a lot Or if you wish, simply walk away That's your choice I've said what I have to say. I reached out to a person with a hand of friendship and it had the exact opposite effect. Sometimes our intentions can be misconstrued, this made me sad.