Until They Show Their Real Faces Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who did what why and when,
To solidify their own happiness...
That has begun to begin,
With a doing to sacrifice...
Temporary temptations...
Dangled to grasp but ignored.
Has absolutely nothing to do,
With recommendations made...
By those still seeking to define it,
For themselves.

And in the doing to refuse,
Perks visible and within reach...
May offend those who believe,
What makes someone else happy...
Would never be a preference of theirs,
To qualify a happiness to have them pleased.
Will often end relationships,
Between those misunderstanding...
Obtaining happiness is a gift that benefits all.
Although this conception is seldom received.

'Why did you two stop being friends? '

~'They' wanted to start doing,
What 'they' wanted to do.
And I had no interest in that.~

'But that's being selfish.'

~Hmph. Tell me about it.
And we always did what I wanted.~

'But that's being selfish.'

~That's what I said.
And all this time,
I thought I was being appreciated.
You never know who your true friends are,
Until they show their real faces.~

'Uh...
I really don't know what to say.'

~It's okay.
One day somebody is going to wake up and see,
What having a good friend means.~