Standing on a welcome mat

Welcome old friend.
How I missed you.
The hollow.
The broken,
And the lost
Forgive me not.
For I have forgotten.
I have not opened up.
I have not let you in.
I suppressed you.
I have abused you.
I have pushed you away.
I buried you deep,
And you have come back.
A special part of me,
Not many see.
Never hungry for the spotlight,
Only anxious to be with me.
Some call you a weakness.
Others call you a grievance.
I proclaim that you shall be my only friend.
Because you will never be far behind,
And you guide me so subtly.
As I stumble and as I fall,
You go down with me,
We rock bottom together.
My personal demons
The eye of my persona
You are true consistency in my life.
And I thank you for my welcome home.