I Show Who I Am

My back is seen running away from the naysayers. I doubt they have ever seen my front, not that I care. Family whiners get to see me from the back also. I might be running even faster from them. My encouraging face is reserved for the upbeats. The positives. The possibility thinkers. I reserve smiles for them also. Big ones. I am invisible to those I do not admire. Getting farther and farther away, even when we are in the same proximity. I pull myself out and slither into a quiet small space. With my friends, whom I trust, and there are only seven. I am outrageous, loud, wildly me. But if they violate that trust, then there will be only six.