Poem - friends

Friends

I want them all to myself

I wanna pose them in perfect scenarios where I’m the most loved thing at their core

I want them to assure me of their love; to only worry and care for me

This is just a fantasy I conjure in my mind, I slit the air pockets on my brain just to fill it with pointless fantasies such as this one. And sew it up for no one but me can see and understand the severity of what I feel.

I can go insane with wondering what they think of me 

I can dream all I want and still; it may not come true 

But as the day ends and my mind is filled with poison;

I sleep with the insanity I put in myself and hope they don’t hate me for what might come.