earn your right to talk to me
earn your right to laugh with me
earn your right to comfort me
earn your right to be my friend
we like you in ways that benefit us
we hate you in ways that discredit us
we’ve known you long we’ve known you a while
but still, unfortunately you are not a friend
they talk to you occasionally, they talk to you often
but would they care if you ended up in a coffin
earn your right to talk to them
earn your right to be their friend
he has many friends he’s always with someone
but inside his head he’s by himself with no one
he shows this to you not with what seems like effortless ease
but within his mind, he’s crying on his knees
though i’m surrounded by people, i’m lost here alone
i feel i have no one, not even at home
will you walk with me, will you listen to the end
did i not earn the right to be your friend
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 