Wanting A Friend Poem by Beth Ann

I sit here and wonder why
I can't seem to have a friend in this world
Sometimes I think it's because
I'm afraid of being judged

Thoughts run through like
Maybe they will think that
Where I live isn't good enough
Or that I'm not smart enough
And that I'm not
Good enough to be as a friend


I'm alone most of the time
And I find myself
Talking way to much to strangers
But afterwards, I feel so ashamed
For talking way to much to them

I just want someone
To want to talk to me
As much as I want to talk to them
But I'm afraid that no one will want to

Maybe it's safer to be alone because
The idea having to change my ways
is too much for me to handle

Maybe deep down
I feel like I don't
Deserve to have a friend
Sometimes I feel like
I will go to my grave
Without having one close friend
that really does care for me.