To know me is a long time.
I am both virulent and kind.
Everyone is different at different times.
But knowing what I'm about to get, or dish out
Is trying.
I have tried long and hard to understand myself.
To know me better, to love me better.
To be kind to myself, yet knowing when and how to draw the lines.
I have won kind friends
And some who are with me no matter what.
I can unleash myself on them, with all my quivering emotions
Destroy them.
Yet they still have the strength to stand up after the storm
And embrace me all over again.
It is with such friends I have learned to grow.
And I thank them.
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