There are some people, who I’m not friends with anymore.
Now they criticize me, leaving me crying on the floor.
Their sharp and painful words have hurt me.
My spirit--now caged--no longer flies free.

Others have hurt me, too.  Maybe more.
They leave me worse, than crying on the floor.
They have stomped on my feelings--broken my heart.
These were people I respected, when the stabbed me with a dart.

Certain friends were there for me, but some more than others.
Those certain friends--close friends--are like sisters and brothers.
They were there for me, to cry on their shoulder.
No matter their age, be it younger--or older.

Their are some friends I would like to thank, and thank you I do!
I would thank you in person, but you know direct, I do not do.
I hint about things, or write letters like this.
And because of you all, I can almost feel bliss.

I am grateful for your help, and will do anything for you.
Just ask me and tell me what you would like me to do.
I will be there for you, as you were for me.
I have a shoulder to cry on, as well--you see.