It feels like others rarely check-in
or ask where to lend a hand
as if I don’t need a friend
as if I don’t want others to understand
Perhaps some think I’ll always be fine
and I don’t reach-out every-time I cry
but save few I know I’m taking the lead
and I always show up when someone’s in need
Perhaps I’m outgrowing
the lives separate from mine
and truly seeing
who appreciates the time