Today I looked in the mirror and realized,
I am not the person I think I am.
I am not the person I've always wanted to be.
I am not the person that I know I seem to be.
Then who am I?
I'm the one who puts my dreams off for tomorrow.
I'm the one who is so busy focusing on yesterdays sorrow.
I'm the friend that wants to be seen as selfless,
when in reality I am selfish.
I'm the friend that wants to be trusted and relied on,
when in reality I'm the one you shouldn't trust at all.
I can barely stand on my own two feet let alone hear about your agony.
Comfort is what I promise to give in your time of need,
in return I gain frustration, disdain, and hate for your somewhat pitiful situations.
In the end,
I have dreams, but lack aspirations.
I have hurts, but lack the will to overcome them.
In the end,
I have no individual identity, but live vicariously through my "friends".