Friend

I never met someone That I could call a friend Not a true one All those people You see me with Are accompanied by my Long worn mask But From the day that I met you A simple greeting Exchange of smiles and glances Keep repeating If only there were such things As second chances Should I have done that? I felt so... Sane Calm Free... And... Happy?... Then a porcelain mask... Started to crack... Every day I talk to you Bits and pieces fall Showing only fragments Of my true self Do you see through my act? After the truth dies My mind may never be intact I'm filled with lies Twisted opinions turned to fact Do you see it in my eyes? Tell me... When every shard is gone When I stand near When I'm... Human... Will you still be my... Friend? Or would you disappear?