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
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