Friends of Mine 7/3/00
Don't call me your friend
when all you do is cut me up
Loyalty is key to a good
relationship
But there just isn't anyone as sweet
and kind as me
And if I die tomorrow, so be it
because all I have is my immediate family
and God
Friends malign you
There's just no true friendship
They tell me to lighten up
How can you lighten up with people
Who just use you for their pleasure?
To hide their low self-esteem
By making me look bad?
When I'm a sincere and sensitive person
Who cares deeply for mankind
And wise beyond his years
There aren't many people like me,
My parents and what have you
You tell me that some people would love to be
in my shoes
When my shoes are just as muddy
as the next shoe
If I die tomorrow
At least I'll be with God
Life is a myriad of love and hate
Too many people are irate
Judge not or you'll be judged
isolated minds become paradox
make hoards of money for power pleasure
Divorce and mistresses go hand in hand
things today are happening damn fast
and here am I just blue and red
in the same time
Cynical days and then lethargy
My so-called friends don't know me
My parents don't understand me
It seems that my life will end soon
I'd never kill myself again
Because it brings pain to those who truly
love me
If I die a single man
At least I'll be damn rich in
God's hand
At least people like my friend who died
will miss me, I guess
At least I'll be remembered as a strong Christian
in the eyes of God and humanity
And here I am writing this deep and somber
poem in the wee hours of morn
looking at the unknown shambles
of
Light and dark days ahead.
People are too conventional.
People think I'm brash.
Most people are boring.
I'm an egotist yet altruistic.
They just will never understand because they are insipid
pseudo-intellects and have no affinity.
People don't truly know what love is
And they'll never know what a true
Loving man is until they've
met me.
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