My Friends

Look at all my pretty friends

Look at how they read

Look at all my pretty friends

with all their pretty deeds

I know they wouldn't lie to me

I know they wouldn't judge

They wouldn't go and laugh at me

But I wouldn't call it love

And when they see my pretty words

and like what they have seen

I know that all they were was bored

as they stared into their screen

Yet I keep producing more

I keep producing work

for my friends, the ones not there

I want them to like me,

                                          These friends who do not care