Just be real here

I kind of feel sorry for those who have to always proclaim they are friends. It's a sad way to live when it's more than friendship involved.

Yet the denial of what it is just replays itself over and over. Such a terrible way to project things. Not really a concern nor weight I carry in my mind for long. This tiny travel of time is just entertainment of sorts. Yet the amusement of words and such.

That constant need to say a friend this or that is more like reconfirming it inside your mind. The reality that you know it is more yet to really about it out is forbidden.

See why I am sad for some?  Alas I am  grateful not to be known as a friend. It is a gracious gift that I got. And to tell the truth,  I didn't want it but it was necessary for me to continue in life.

I can't explain much more than that without having to state names, to which none will be anything but labelling me. So if the message of this poem hits you, or demands to question parts of you, then perhaps it was meant for you.

And so I sit here looking out at the foggy night just chuckling in response to teenage actions. The pettiness that reeks. Yet not from me, you see.

I am just absorbing my freedom without weights of so called friends who say lies to entertain themselves and others. Such a sad way to live.

But none of my concern.

Today, this morning is mine. And I am grateful that Jehovah gave me freedom from that kind of odd "friendship". People who don't really get anyone. So enjoy the tags and the fun follies but don't forget the truth stings in the real world.

Alas I cannot help you. Not my place. Just a bystander walking away with my smile sitting on rosy lips.

Good day. And for friends who are friends and not really friends remain tight.