# I wish I were my friends

Author: Leonard Wolfe
Tags: 2015, Poetry

#14 of Poetry

Written short hand in a moment of depression
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Faces, I see hundreds of them I see nearly everyday  
Sometimes we know them but often we don't  
But one in particular I can't stand to see  
The strange one in the mirror looking back at me

An ever-present semi frown is set against the backdrop of sunken mistrusting eyes  
Signs of fatigue scattered all over  
What made them this way  
I wish I could make their day

Theirs is the face who longs to smile  
When with their friends they are united  
But this face looking back at me  
They have no near friends to share their tea

I wish I were my friends Devoid of my depression as they are  
With friends all around Their happiness around  
I wish I were my friends That can be alone, days on end  
That can create with imagination running free

A joyous sight for all to see  
But this face looking back at me can only wish  
They wish they weren't themselves  
Something to put this to an end The desire to be a cared for friend

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