i play
with words
to paint a picture
of other people
and their lives
of feelings
they try to hide
can i call myself
a poet
when i am lost
for words
to describe
what is happening
inside
myself?

i think of you
from time to time
more often
than i like
to admit

do you think of me?

i think of you
most late at night
when all’s gone quiet
and there’s no one left
but me

and you deep in my mind

i think of you
i think of you
i think of you
more than i care
to admit

will you ever think of me
again?

i'm invisible
for those
who care
or pretend
they can
see me

i'm invisible
for those
around
who claim
to be
like me

i'm invisible
wherever
i go
this is
how it's
always been

you may be frightened
and unsure of what to do
but within you shines
the power to be true

it’s okay
to not have answers
it’s to okay
to hide away

as long as you come out
and start to try again

mutual affection
between people stronger
than
acquaintances

that’s what they call
the definition of friendship

but for me
that meaning
lies

in the shimmer of their eyes
whenever they are smiling

in helping each other out
when they are crying

my friends
are my family
are everything
I die for

my friends
like my family
are everything
I strive for