The Better Friend Poem by Jasmine Aira

Time and time again,
I ask myself
Why am I friends with them?
Who is the better friend?
They are nothing alike.
One friend,
Is nice and generous
Always by my side
Through the good and the bad
The other friend,
Is leading,
Sometimes bossy,
And misunderstanding.
But at times,
She can be funny,
And witty.
I always wonder,
Who is the better friend.
The first friend,
Brings out the best in me,
I never say a bad word about her.
But sometimes, I get out of hand,
And do things,
I wouldn't like doing to someone,
Like myself.
Sometimes I yell,
Or interrupt,
And then befriend,
The one's who she hates.
And say,
'Oops. It was a mistake.'
=/
The 2nd friend,
I follow her lead.
Don't say a word.
She makes me feel,
Like I belong.
Sometimes, I think,
I'm only friends with her,
Because I need someone
To be with.
We fight a lot.
But I always forgive her.
So, I think,
Who is the better friend here?

Definitely,

Not me.