If my Mom has said it once,
She’s probably said it twice:
“You find out who your friends are,
You only met one or two that are nice.”
I never really got it,
until this week came about
The people that I stuck with
Left me back here in the dust
I tried to be a moderate,
I tried to get their fear.
They couldn’t seem to accept me though
Even when I accepted them sincere.
So here I am
At the start of a new week
New people to know
New people to meet.
I can say that I am standing
I have brushed myself off
I am ready for this life,
With them, or not.
Poetry in My Veins 