Friends

The problem with friends, especially too many.

Is When you're down, you don’t know who to go to.

Because they seem worse, or you don’t want to worry them.

Or they’re busy, and you don’t want to distract them.

Or when you ask or, try to tell.

They ignore your cries, for their help

You want to tell, somebody anybody.

But you don’t, want to worry anyone.

So you keep quiet, and try to hide it.

So you try to suppress it, to make it end.

All by yourself, all alone.

With what seems, to be the weight of the world.

On your shoulders, your size so small.

That you're unnoticed, unknown.