What are my friends, here?
They listen, but do they know?
They cannot know my heart,
Which I will not reveal.
My secrets are there:
My safety.
I enjoy my friends' company.
Without them, the loneliness overwhelms.
But they cannot know me,
And they will not know me.
I cannot reveal my inner self to all of my friends,
But to one:
And who she is,
I cannot say.
James Grengs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-11-16-04/
