Outside looking in,
Thing is I prefer it.
If you don't get close
You don't get hurt.
And I've been burned,
One to many times.
Some way,
A few broke through,
The walls I put up to survive.
Worked their way in,
Saw me for me
And did not leave.
I still don't always trust it,
Not to blow up in my face.
But I can't bring myself to regret it.
Now what does that say
Maybe things can change.

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This poem is basically me looking back on my life so far and realizing that I somehow stumbled upon a group friends that I was not looking for but they managed to find me anyway.