My friends

are all good
in my head.
Never failing to amuse me,
they talk to me
about stars,
about life & it’s suffocating bars,
about invisible scars,
about injustice & wars.

And then,
there’s another one named conscience.
It keeps me on track,
overloads with feedback,
an ever evaluating ‘Super ego’ sack.

But most of all,
there’s Him, the Almighty.
The closest of all,
who listens despite knowing it all.
Who judges not appearance, only my soul. Who responds in terms of blessings,
who picks me up after a heartbreaking fall.
A friend who’s always there
without the need of a text or a phone call.

So,
for you I’m socially deserted.
But for me,
I’m internally rewarded.

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