My troubles are not because of
Money or fame
But rather of anger and shame
Who among us cares for another
More than themselves
Who can talk about our problems with us
And not shove them in a book on a shelf
These people
Who make our lives worth living
These people who do nothing but keep giving
These are our friends
I face challenges that I go through alone
I turn inward to bottle up the bad
But when I think of all that my friends do
I use my weakness to create strength for them that I never had
Friends may never know
How much they help us in such discrete ways
But one thing is for sure
Without them, I could not go on another day
