Keep On Keeping On

Friends

"Friends?" I mumble softly. "Are we, Friends?",

The club members continue their activities with no end,

The people I've spent my life with for the last year,

But are we really friends? That's what I fear,

The innocent and dumb card I play,

Please don't let them notice I pray,

The lies I say and the words I ignore,

I think to them it starts to bore,

They know my game they know I'm weak,

They must think of me a freak,

These cards I play these secrets I hold,

Are because I'm too afraid to be bold,

I can't show them my trueself,

They'll hate me like everyone else,

So I sit back and play my cards,

For these tricks my heart that guards;