I often forget
                     my friends are human.

I hold them in high regard,
like a jar of gems in the sun.

As the years circulate,
they have talked me down
from tearing my brain out

unlike my family

they're honest,
not afraid to tell me anything
even if it hurts.
Like that time I was dating that girl
and everyone called her a ****** hell-*****.
I only carry the secrets
they've asked me to in my pockets.

My family encourages me to make money.
My friends tell me to do whatever makes me content.

                       So sometimes my gratitude
                       transforms
                       these humans into deities
                       that do no wrong.

             I'm shocked
             at their careless decisions
                 disgusted
               by their occasional irrationality.
                      How dare they soil the image I've created in my brain
                      to which I then project unto them!

                                      The world disappoints me
                                      as a whole--
                                      but that's expected.

My brain & heart fissure
when my friends
don't act like these people I worship.
Until I remember the keyword
is "people."
They're human, just like me.