Freindship? Poem by James Tipp

What makes for friends and friendship
The giving of self, the exposing of the inner self
The pain of letting go of being wrong in safety.
Life is so demanding and self-righteous
Every sentence analysed by experts
For the missing nuance, the inflated spin.
To be myself means sometimes being arrogant
Self opinionated, hopelessly out of touch.
It means reading the sign from others
Walking away knowing the score, and walking
Its sometimes hurting others, by my certainties
Disappointing some because of my doubts.
In all of this friends are the grease, the oil
That stops the friction from burning me out
The safety net that catches me
Despite my weakness, and strengths.
Friendship says its ok, to be me.