Friend Or Foe Poem by Jessie Peter

Amidst strangers i see friends.
Strangers as they are, the comfort me.
As they comfort me i realize, they are no longer strangers,
i know a part of them and they know a part of me.
A part of me that's enough to know,
to know the rest curiosity is aglow.
Strangers become fast friends.
Fast friends become near, dear and there's no more fear.
Fear seems long gone and its time for some cheer.

Amidst family i feel like a stranger,
a stranger staying for a little longer.
The longer i stay, the farther i seem,
those i thought i knew are not the same.
I look upto them and turned down i am.
Accusations and disappointments i hear at every turn,
at every turn i feel my belly churn.
It tells me, ' get it out, their family, they'll understand.'
I reply, 'take it in, their family, against me they'll stand.'

There are those who are family or friend,
with them i never know how it'll end.
Evreytime the clock chimes,
a different side of them i get to mime.
Friend a while, foe another.
To be with them or not is always the question,
which is always met with ore confusion.
Better it would be if they were either family or friend,
i'd know what to expect and whom to befriend.