Will you be my best friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should.

I am sometimes sullen, often shy, accutely sensitive.

My fear may erupt as anger, I may find it hard to give.

But I will make you laugh, and love you quite a bit, and hold you when your alone.

Will you be my best friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should.

I cry a little almost every day.

Because I am more caring than strangers ever know.

And at times I show my tender side

The softer, warmer part I hide

But I will make you laugh, and love you quite a bit, and be there when your sad.

I wonder, will you be my best friend?

I  shake a little almost every day.

Because I am more frightened than strangers ever know.

And at times I show my trembling side.

The anxious fearful part I hide.

But I will make you laugh, and love you quite a bit, and  be near you when your afraid

I wonder, will you be my best friend?

A friend, who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie

Will touch the secret place where I am really I.

To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep.

Who will not run away when you find me in the street.

Alone and lying mangled by the quota of defeat.

But will stop and stay, to tell me of another day

When I was beautiful.

I wonder, will you be my best friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should.

Except and I want and need you so.