A Best Friend

No one ever truly knows me only as far as the eye can see my thoughts always remain unknown my actions can only be a tone in what makes me who I am is the outside self merely a sham? do we really know each other? or are we blind to one another? do emotions truly make us weak? or does being heartless make us meek? we need someone to know us all someone there for us to call when life's trouble doesn't cease and you feel like just a crease in the big scheme of life there needs to be someone to hear out your strife one who doesn't just see the outside top and knows to continue an issue or let it drop they may not know all of you but they know more than others too therefore what you need until all end is, all in all, a best friend