She said: "Don't let them get inside your mind."
I heard her words that way. Now she's inside
herself, and my reality's defined
by my interpretation, and I slide
from sanity to madness. Yet, I know
sometimes they're meant to be there, after all.
I give and damn, and need to let it show.
I've been there, when they watch you - let you fall -
and even push you, knowing what they do.
She shared her feelings. It was not advice
as such. She just found words I could relate to -
formed poetry that gripped me in its vice.
I get attached - even obsessed. So what?
At least I don't leave my own friends to rot.