Will you be my friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should;

I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,

My fears erupts as anger. I find it hard to give,

I talk about myself when I'm afraid

And often spend a day without anything to say.

But I will make you laugh

And love you quite a bit

And hold you when you're sad...

Will you be my friend?

A friend

Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie

Will touch the secret place where I am really I...

And if at times I show my trembling side

(The anxious, fearful part I hide)

I wonder,

Will you be my friend?