Your Silence, My Friend

Please recognize the truth....
That I have true love and compassion for you

Dissention is not disrespect
Recognition is not judgement

You cry out 'help'
Without knowing
What you mean to say

You believe that friendship means offering support right or wrong...
Yet I know that my truest friends are the ones who lay it out for me,
Even when I don't want to hear it....
My truest friends
Are some my pride won't let me speak to now...

I have changed so much in my lifetime
And the integrity of my truth
Remains in tact
I am me
Regardless of what clothes i wear,
Parties i attend, truths i
Accept
Per chance
In the present

Every time I think I've found my indentity,
I let it go.
Hard to do? You'd better believe it.

You fear change and claim "I can only be who I truly am"...

I argue that you haven't discovered who that is yet...

Let me help you...
Whatever that means.......