Sunday, January 10, 2010

Grow up, you can't be everybody's friend

We get in a debate
She and I
Before she leaves
About what it means
To have friends that matter
And she'd rather give her time to those that matter
Than those that don't care
Either way

I'm still young-headed
And yell back at her logic
"I can try!" I shout
We all have potential!

sees through my argument
some people just don't
not everyone will come to your wedding

And I know she's right
But I get hot
Mad...shaken up
Because I know I've tried and failed
more than once
with more than one person
with my idealistic
rose colored glasses

Last year
I walked through fire
and the color
is starting to melt off my lenses

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