A true friend or a real friend,
A good friend or a best friend;
Where do you fall?
Very few friends are honest friends.
You might just be a mirror to whoever you call “friend”.
Each and everyday
Appreciate those who make you glee.
Happiness is a practice
It’s not something you achieve and then try to perfect.
Not all family are blood relations,
Not every being is human.
You could lose a few friends;
You just have to try and live through the pain
Rather than get over it.
Love all but remember to trust few.
In your jungle you are Mufasa;
Know there’s gon be many Scars.
So stay true
To who
You are.







2018 mdJaey
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