Be Friends with...

Friends i adore you,

you held my bits and pieces

like the warmth enveloped in folded sheets

Yet, I wonder

where are you now

as i run in these narrow streets,

to tell you the truth;

it comes much as a surprise

how you see my strengths,

and hear none of my cries.

you label me in colorful confines,

i wish i had a better language

to paint futility of such public tag lines;

possibly the crisis you see in me is true

perhaps in my vulnerability

i disappoint you in ways i can never outdo

yet i hope that some day you will hear my plea

and be friends with the most mediocre in me!