they will not always
agree with you and
they will not always say
what you want to hear

they'll hate and they'll
love right alongside
where the lines of right
and wrong don't blur

but at the end of the day
if they stick around
they'll stick around
through hell and back

and you'll know you have
an ally steering your back
with one *******
offered to those behind you

and until you've had a
judgemental friend
you will never know
how comforting that is.

Evil bubbles battle in my chest
With friction and force, so I don’t rest.
Their invisibility scares me more
than the pain itself since I cannot control
it and remove it from my chest.

Automatically, my hands rise
In hopes to alleviate the pain
But they rose to nothing more
Than pain who loves fame.

Always in the spotlight,
These bubbles of pain
Battle for severity
And leave me feeling
Insecurity.

Days of painless ease have gone
Leaving me feeling so bereft.
I still tell myself I’m strong
But wonder when my strength left.