When I look into the eyes,

of those I call

my friends

I see their joy and happiness,

and how it all came

so easy.

And I love to see them happy,

as a true friend

always does.

But sometimes it is hard to be,

for I cannot mirror,

those eyes.

How I want to be loved so much,

how I cannot find in me

the strength

To be...

It's hard to be suddenly less to them,

because years of friendship

cannot compare.

Of course I am happy for them,

they are my friends

after all.

It's just hard to understand,

being something less

than them.

I feel like I have no place,

but I know this isn't

all true.

I'll just let things stay this way,

them being so happy

and me...

It's funny.