Relatable Poem

Here’s a poem that I posted over a year ago and unfortunately is too relatable to so many people. So I wanted to post it again. Most people know that when life gets too difficult, so many friends and family are too weak to stay. Some people run towards bad situations to help but most run away or pat your back sporadically and from a distance. It’s a very selfish way to be. Whoever you believe in, they don’t focus on the things that people often confess. This is one of those really important things that are truly noticed. How someone handles the difficult situations are often their Karma

At a time in your life when you need a friend’s support the most, they wash their hands of you and it makes your terrible situation feel so much worse. It really says much more about them and not you. People are often too weak to be bothered by too much and are pretty incapable of sacrifice. A lot of people are only incentivised to support you if it’s convenient or there’s something in it for them. I really don’t understand how some people can look at themselves in the mirror. How can anyone truly justify that?

Here’s the poem:

I always thought I knew who I could count on when life got hard. The people who say that they have your back and will be there when you need them. But when the going got tough and life knocked me down, I realized that mostly everyone that said they’d be there, didn’t show up when I needed them most. It hurt so badly that people I thought had my best interests at heart, weren’t who I had imagined them to be. Turns out, when things got challenging, I found who were the loyal souls that showed up and had my back. I fought the tears as I tried not to feel betrayed, but I forced a smile through my turbulent emotions. It’s better to know now than to find out later. It still hurts though, to lose people you care about. Not because you don’t want them in your life, but because they don’t care enough to try to stay. I guess I don’t really understand how some can just say whatever they think you want to hear. Not the truth of the situation, not that they’re not really going to be there and not that they were just pretending all along. But as I look to the future, my heart is lifted at the thought of those beautiful souls that I call my true friends. It’s time to turn the chapter and let go of the people who never really were going to make it to the end of my story. And I’m okay with that. I’d rather have a few amazing people beside me than a hundred fake friends that will never show up when I need them. Not everyone is going to be like me- and many won’t do whatever they can do to be there for people they claim to love. It still won’t change who I am or how I love. I will just be more selective in who I choose to let get close to me. Maybe that makes me guarded, but my heart is worth the effort. I will always give what I get. So all the fake people pretending to be what they aren’t, well, they can just keep walking. I have my people now and I’m good. I’m more than good, I’m awesome. I got this.

Ravenwolf

The following is one of my favorite poems. A friend showed it to me when I was a teenager and “The Man in the Glass” has always had such a special meaning to me