Just write, don't rhyme
and it will come together
Through all the passion;
all the fervor held inside

Friends

My friends are friends for a reason
with all their flaws which I'm not to judge
and all their kind ways and love

Just because you know not why
my friends are truly friends of mine,
so must you speak such words malign?

These judgments you so blindly make
against my friends does hurt me so
What right have you to say such names?
Is that perfection you wield at heart?
Or just some cold dark needing rock?

Take your names and selfish shame
to someone who will hear your game

I know not now what you speak of me
when my back is turned and cannot hear
that evil slander you call the truth

And I do not care

But keep your judgments to yourself
and don't tell me such stupid things
like who it is my friends really are

Don't you think I know them better
than the know-it-all you wanna be?