Friends
I love my friends.
I said a solemn vow to myself to protect them.
I ordered that if I can't be the best man I can be to all, I might as well be a protector.
Some days I wonder where we will end up in 10 years,
Looking into each other's expressions.
I just hope I meet them with a smile on my face, and that in the end I dont give them a reason to dread me.
Some days I worry, though.
I worry my love is not enough, or is too much.
I push so hard, I worry about shoving relationships off the edge.
I'm not exactly sure why the people who claim to be friends hang around me.
Its another thing Ive struggled on.
I see myself as a man stranded in a fresh ocean, with no water to drink.
Ignorant to all my own problems.
But I dont get how others can see me different.
I look in the mirror and see the dark circles under my eyes, the coffee-stained yellow teeth, the gray dead eyes that show im in pain.
But one day, I asked my friend what he saw.
He told me “I see the soldier that got to come home”
And since then Ive always wondered..
What war did I fight?
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