There are so many reasons why you never should:

I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,

My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,

I talk about myself when I'm afraid

And often spend a day without anything to say.

But I will make you laugh

And love you quite a bit

And hold you when you're sad.

I cry a little almost everyday

Because I'm more caring than the strangers ever know.

And, if at times, I show my tender side,

(The soft and warmer part I hide)

I wonder,

Will you be my 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 on the street

Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats

But will stop and stay and tell me of another day

When I was beautiful.

Will you be my friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should:

Often I'm too serious, seldom predictably the same,

Sometimes cold and distant, probably I'll always change.

I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,

I brood and pout, my anger can be wild.

But I will make you laugh

And love you quite a bit

And be near when your afraid.

I shake a little almost everyday

Because I'm more frightened than the strangers ever know.

And, if at times, I show my trembling side,

(The anxious, fearful part I hide)

I wonder,

Will you be my friend?

A friend

Who, when I fear your closeness, feels me push away

And stubbornly will stay to share what's left on such a day,

Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,

When there's no concern for me - what I have or haven't done -

And those I've helped and counted on have oh, so deftly run,

Who, when there's nothing left but me, stripped of charm and subtlety,

Will nonetheless remain.

Will you be my friend?

For no reason that I know,

Except,