I am afraid,

Afraid to take your hand.

You look so friendly,

Trying to help me stand.

You drag me off

To your group of friends.

You all laugh with me,

You don't even pretend.

We talk about things,

Things that I do love.

We have conversations

Of things I'm thinking of.

I've tried before, to talk with people,

I have tried to hang out.

But it never worked, they were all so boring,

I didn't know what they talked about.

They talked about singers, books I didn't know,

Movies sometimes too.

I didn't enjoy it so I befriended my books,

That was until I met you.

We all love books, the same types I might add,

And some of you like to draw and write.

So we talk about these things, and sometimes we play games,

And it makes my world so bright.

You all love who I am, how I'm random like you,

And I love how you roll with it.

You don't start questioning me, or what I meant to say,

How sometimes I'm a hypocrite.

I love that about friends, we share lots of things,

Our talents and our flaws.

That's why I won't be afraid, no matter what,

No matter the odds or the cause.