Friends
What are they?
Just some people you laugh with for a few years then leave?
Or is it more than that?
Are they a family that you get to pick?
I think so
Friends are people that should always be there for you
They should understand you
But sometimes they are the opposite
Sometimes they make you cry
They drag you down to make themselves feel better
They ignore, call you names, and gossip about you one day
Then say you are their best friend the next
They pull you around until you just
Break
And when you realize that you need to get away they find some way to spin so you are the bad friend.
But they are not all bad
The good ones are out there
Waiting for you
You might think that you don’t have anything in common
But sit at a lunch table with them
I guarantee you will find something
They will know when you need a shoulder to cry on
Or when you need to be left alone
They will get your jokes
They will care about you
They will always be there
There are good friends out there
Go find them
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