Honesty

How honest are you in your day to day life?
Do you paint a smile on or do you share your strife?
What do you think of those that are willing to share?
Really, most just want someone to relate or care.

Do you take the time to listen to a friend in need?
Would you stop to help their soul when it bleeds?
When you tell someone you care, is it for that moment?
Or do you take their problems with you and for them lament?

Perhaps that's why I can only handle so many friends at a time.
I take their issues with me and almost turn them into mine.
I have faith that my friends feel the same, but that faith is fading.
Marshall's been gone for less than three months, but by my side, few are waiting.

Maybe I need to stop caring and become heartless and myred in my own gruel.
But that would make me like them, and I am not that cruel.
So, I'll continue to write and take my angst out in words
become sometimes I just don't understand the people in this world.