Are you my friend?
Can We let all hurts come to an
end?
I am what I
am.
No more or no
less.
Please let me be
me.
It's hard, I
confess.
Sometimes I am
even a
mess.
Can you accept me
for
me?
I'm far from
perfect
Yes, this is
true.
I know some times,
I puzzle
you.
But are you my
friend just the
same?
Can you accept me
without
shame?
Do you want me to
be
me?
Or do you want me to
be what you
want me to be?
Are you my
friend?
Written by Barbara J.
Dick
Copyrighted
1995
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